They Say What They Say

The Studio 60 pilot is available over at YouTube, broken into several small parts, but given my crappy dial-up speed I suspect it's going to take me at least all night to download one nine minute segment. I might space the parts out over the next couple of days, just to prolong the delight of new Sorkin, and so my poor old pooter doesn't have a melt down.

scriggle posted some very yummy picspam of Callum getting his gear off in Last Night, and since the friend I loaned my copy of the movie to about a year ago has finally returned my DVD, I've spent the afternoon making pie and watching Callum have a lot of sex. Not a bad way to spend a lazy Sunday.

This is how vague I am at the moment; I rode my bike down the Station Street to get a cup of coffee and buy some TP. Between parking my bike near the milkbar and going for coffee, I forgot that I'd ridden my bike and planned to walk the long way home. It was only when I walked out of the supermarket and saw some other people on bikes that I remembered that I had mine with me. Otherwise I would have gotten all the way home and would have had to turn around and go back again!

Speaking of bikes, yesterday I had one of those moments that only seem to happen in the movies but do occasionally occur in real life. I dropped into Safeway on my way home from work, and locked my bike to the veranda post of the shop next door. I assume that from the road the car parked at the curb blocked my bike from view, because as I was putting my groceries into my panniers I noticed a car hovering near by. When I looked up the women in the passenger seat sort of gazed at me expectantly, and then she burst out laughing when I put my bike helmet on. Like those moments in the movies when the cyclist looks like they're getting into a Mercedes and rides off on their humble treadly instead, I think she and the guy with her thought that I was going the get into the car parked near my bike and they were waiting to take the parking space when I left.

I've eaten way too much pie. It was very yummy pie, but I've eaten way too much. And since I haven't been to either gym or yoga in a week I'm feeling like a big blob. And oh yay, here come the lady pains. Wot joy.

The Studio 60 pilot is available over at YouTube, broken into several small parts, but given my crappy dial-up speed I suspect it's going to take me at least all night to download one nine minute segment. I might space the parts out over the next couple of days, just to prolong the delight of new Sorkin, and so my poor old pooter doesn't have a melt down.

scriggle posted some very yummy picspam of Callum getting his gear off in Last Night, and since the friend I loaned my copy of the movie to about a year ago has finally returned my DVD, I've spent the afternoon making pie and watching Callum have a lot of sex. Not a bad way to spend a lazy Sunday.

This is how vague I am at the moment; I rode my bike down the Station Street to get a cup of coffee and buy some TP. Between parking my bike near the milkbar and going for coffee, I forgot that I'd ridden my bike and planned to walk the long way home. It was only when I walked out of the supermarket and saw some other people on bikes that I remembered that I had mine with me. Otherwise I would have gotten all the way home and would have had to turn around and go back again!

Speaking of bikes, yesterday I had one of those moments that only seem to happen in the movies but do occasionally occur in real life. I dropped into Safeway on my way home from work, and locked my bike to the veranda post of the shop next door. I assume that from the road the car parked at the curb blocked my bike from view, because as I was putting my groceries into my panniers I noticed a car hovering near by. When I looked up the women in the passenger seat sort of gazed at me expectantly, and then she burst out laughing when I put my bike helmet on. Like those moments in the movies when the cyclist looks like they're getting into a Mercedes and rides off on their humble treadly instead, I think she and the guy with her thought that I was going the get into the car parked near my bike and they were waiting to take the parking space when I left.

I've eaten way too much pie. It was very yummy pie, but I've eaten way too much. And since I haven't been to either gym or yoga in a week I'm feeling like a big blob. And oh yay, here come the lady pains. Wot joy.