Ah yes. I've watched Piglet's Big Movie, which I really loved, and made me cry, because umm, I'm a sap. Also, there was a disturbing Tigger/Pooh moment that I found inappropriate.
I watched Strictly Ballroom this morning, and it was a fun movie. Really fun, over-the-top style that worked well and transcended the cliched story. The cliched story that made me cry. *sap*
You know, at this point, I think I could watch pretty much anything and start crying.
BooksI bought books from what I thought was temporary, but could quite possibly be permanent, bookstore near my office. Lots of new paperbacks at about $4 - $4.50 or so. I picked up:
Giants in the Earth by O. E. Rölvaag, which seemed cool because it's about Norwegian pioneers, and the whole pioneer thing interests me.
Fleur de Leigh's Life of Crime by Diane Leslie, which is about a Hollywood kid raised in the '50s by a succession of nannies. I liked that the chapter titles were the names and employment dates of the nannies. :)
Out of the Woods by Chris Offutt, which I picked up because it's short stories and I have a short attention span, and there was a picture of a car on the cover so I thought it was about road trips, but actually it was about people from the Kentucky hills who left and want to go back.
The Church of Dead Girls by Stephen Dobyns, which is about a serial killer who goes after little girls. I got this because the children must die.
Apparently San Francisco is the second most densely populated city in the US, after New York. That boggles me. America is huge. Every now and then I get urges to go on an American Godsesque road trip. Then I remember that I can't drive. :P
I went to sprawl in the park in my new bikini (from Old Navy, hey SDQ did you happen to get a white one with blue flowers on it?) with various slicked-up women in bikinis, tattooed men with dogs and bums. The bums were by themselves, not with the tattooed men. Also, there was a row of geriatric men with canes who'd taken over a park bench and were staring at everyone with mild disdain.
I stayed out long enough for the front of me to get as tanned as the back of me, but not long enough to burn. Uhh, I hope.