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Part the first:
All of you who are TransFans or at least saw the show need to watch this clip. It is hilarious.
We did lots of stuff yesterday.
Husband and I swatted the ball around on the tennis court, and I am not really improving. I have to find a teacher who's not out in Westfield.
We did manage to get to the EB Games to buy husband's new games with the discount card. He bought me Spyro: A New Beginning, and fuck but that game is hard. Or maybe I'm too old to manage to play a game on a teensy little screen.
On the spur of the moment, we went to see Transformers, and we had a lolarious time. The New Yorker described the movie's bombast as "an explosion in a trombone factory," and I would have to agree with that assessment. On the other hand, Peter Cullen was in it. (and why why WHY if they were going to go through the trouble to get Cullen, did they not haul Frank Welker's butt into the recording studio as well?)
We did manage to make it to the State Fair for a couple of hours, and it was silly fun, even if we didn't do much besides get food and go on one ride and go to see the Giant Horse (a lonely-looking grey dapple Percheron) and a freak show that was nothing compared to the Mutter Museum. Husband suggested that we eat under a nearby tent about 10 seconds before the heavens opened, so that was a bit of good luck.
Thoughts on the movie in another post. 'Tis geeky and will hearken to my brief flirtation with the TransFandom, before Trigun came along.
All of you who are TransFans or at least saw the show need to watch this clip. It is hilarious.
We did lots of stuff yesterday.
Husband and I swatted the ball around on the tennis court, and I am not really improving. I have to find a teacher who's not out in Westfield.
We did manage to get to the EB Games to buy husband's new games with the discount card. He bought me Spyro: A New Beginning, and fuck but that game is hard. Or maybe I'm too old to manage to play a game on a teensy little screen.
On the spur of the moment, we went to see Transformers, and we had a lolarious time. The New Yorker described the movie's bombast as "an explosion in a trombone factory," and I would have to agree with that assessment. On the other hand, Peter Cullen was in it. (and why why WHY if they were going to go through the trouble to get Cullen, did they not haul Frank Welker's butt into the recording studio as well?)
We did manage to make it to the State Fair for a couple of hours, and it was silly fun, even if we didn't do much besides get food and go on one ride and go to see the Giant Horse (a lonely-looking grey dapple Percheron) and a freak show that was nothing compared to the Mutter Museum. Husband suggested that we eat under a nearby tent about 10 seconds before the heavens opened, so that was a bit of good luck.
Thoughts on the movie in another post. 'Tis geeky and will hearken to my brief flirtation with the TransFandom, before Trigun came along.
