weekend-o-rama
Mar. 2nd, 2005 05:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
enkelithe weekend started early; i took friday off to try and finish the ten million projects i've created for myself around the house. i don't think i finished one of them. go me! and then i was a horrible mother and cut one of bella's nails too short. in typical fashion, i completely flipped out, called SPCA and made my male nurse roommate break out his first aid gear. bella forgot about it in 20 mins, but i felt bad about it pretty much all day. and now i have kitty blood on my pjs as a testament to my bad parenting skills.
i did get caught up on fullmetal alchemist (YAY!) and the daily show, though... just in time forMATH PORN numbers! (yeah, i am giving up on the stupid 3).
i can't even explain to you the love i have for this show. this week: fibonacci numbers! daisies! train wrecks! i mean, really. what more can you ask for from network tv?
and david krumholtz's dr. charlie continues to be completely adorkable and smart and clueless. *cuddles charlie to self* really, all of the actors are super, and i love the way the actors/characters are allowed to interact on this show... especially the eppes family. it all seems so natural and family-like. ;)
the only drawback to this week's ep was lack of serious crime-solving math. but that was okay, because the writers MORE than made up for it at the end. really, if this show would just steal some writers from csi (not the ones who are blowing stuff up for david caruso), it would be SPECTACULAR.
saturday, i went to go get rid of the Rogue Streak (tm) because the hair was getting WAY scary. whenever i go to the hairdresser, i always take myself out to brunch (cause why not?). usually, i go before the hair appt, but didn't get my ass out of bed in time for that. so, after my appt., i wandered down a few doors to my favorite little breakfast place. now, when i say little, i mean little, and because of that, i was standing out on the sidewalk, waiting for one of the cutie waitresses to take my name for a table. there were two guys waiting in front of me: one was youngish, the other older. the young guy looked kind of familiar the way everyone looks familiar in LA, so i didn't think much of it; besides, i'd only got a good look at the back of his head at this point.
but when he finally turned around, i swear i almost fell over. the reason he looked so familiar wasn't because he was some random LA extra, it was because he was HUGH DANCY.
before you ask:
1) no, i did not ask him if he was, er, himself. trust me when i tell you that i've stared at that burberry ad long enough to know. :)
2) no, i did not ask for an autograph or go to his table or whatall. i figured the man was trying to have some eggs and toast, just like me, and i'd leave him well enough alone. also, the dude he was with looked sorta business-y. i mean, it's possible they weren't but still. eggs, y'know?
3) yes, he's just as beautiful in person. (which is such an understatement, honestly).
usually when i go to this place, i look like something the cat threw up... i basically roll out of bed and head to the hairdresser, you know? so, i guess the moral of my little tale is: always bring your lip gloss, because you never know who you're going to meet when you're out. luckily, i had mine!
sunday was a lot of bad bad movies, like mean girls. anyone who's not seen mean girls and is planning to, a word of warning: do yourself a HUGE favor and rent heathers. seriously. i've already done the time for you... let me pay it forward.
i also watched the oscars, mainly because i wanted to see chris rock (CHRIS ROCK!) host the show. the thing at the magic johnson theatre had me on the FLOOR. and toxic tank tops? BWA. the russell crowe thing was hilarious, too. and i totally want to see laundromat. i bet it'll be off the chain, yo.
none of the awards were surprises. i know lots of people get upset when x person or y movie doesn't win... but really, you just have to remember: the winner is usually the actor/actress/film/studio that does the best marketing during voting time. most people don't get to see this kind of stuff, but the ad campaigns are crazy. and despite who won, i probably still won't see the aviator or million dollar baby until cable forces it upon me. really, it's all about the red carpet and the host. the awards are just filler. *g*
phew. now if i can just make it through the week so i can finish my STUPID projects, which were the start of this whole thing anyway...
i did get caught up on fullmetal alchemist (YAY!) and the daily show, though... just in time for
i can't even explain to you the love i have for this show. this week: fibonacci numbers! daisies! train wrecks! i mean, really. what more can you ask for from network tv?
and david krumholtz's dr. charlie continues to be completely adorkable and smart and clueless. *cuddles charlie to self* really, all of the actors are super, and i love the way the actors/characters are allowed to interact on this show... especially the eppes family. it all seems so natural and family-like. ;)
the only drawback to this week's ep was lack of serious crime-solving math. but that was okay, because the writers MORE than made up for it at the end. really, if this show would just steal some writers from csi (not the ones who are blowing stuff up for david caruso), it would be SPECTACULAR.
saturday, i went to go get rid of the Rogue Streak (tm) because the hair was getting WAY scary. whenever i go to the hairdresser, i always take myself out to brunch (cause why not?). usually, i go before the hair appt, but didn't get my ass out of bed in time for that. so, after my appt., i wandered down a few doors to my favorite little breakfast place. now, when i say little, i mean little, and because of that, i was standing out on the sidewalk, waiting for one of the cutie waitresses to take my name for a table. there were two guys waiting in front of me: one was youngish, the other older. the young guy looked kind of familiar the way everyone looks familiar in LA, so i didn't think much of it; besides, i'd only got a good look at the back of his head at this point.
but when he finally turned around, i swear i almost fell over. the reason he looked so familiar wasn't because he was some random LA extra, it was because he was HUGH DANCY.
before you ask:
1) no, i did not ask him if he was, er, himself. trust me when i tell you that i've stared at that burberry ad long enough to know. :)
2) no, i did not ask for an autograph or go to his table or whatall. i figured the man was trying to have some eggs and toast, just like me, and i'd leave him well enough alone. also, the dude he was with looked sorta business-y. i mean, it's possible they weren't but still. eggs, y'know?
3) yes, he's just as beautiful in person. (which is such an understatement, honestly).
usually when i go to this place, i look like something the cat threw up... i basically roll out of bed and head to the hairdresser, you know? so, i guess the moral of my little tale is: always bring your lip gloss, because you never know who you're going to meet when you're out. luckily, i had mine!
sunday was a lot of bad bad movies, like mean girls. anyone who's not seen mean girls and is planning to, a word of warning: do yourself a HUGE favor and rent heathers. seriously. i've already done the time for you... let me pay it forward.
i also watched the oscars, mainly because i wanted to see chris rock (CHRIS ROCK!) host the show. the thing at the magic johnson theatre had me on the FLOOR. and toxic tank tops? BWA. the russell crowe thing was hilarious, too. and i totally want to see laundromat. i bet it'll be off the chain, yo.
none of the awards were surprises. i know lots of people get upset when x person or y movie doesn't win... but really, you just have to remember: the winner is usually the actor/actress/film/studio that does the best marketing during voting time. most people don't get to see this kind of stuff, but the ad campaigns are crazy. and despite who won, i probably still won't see the aviator or million dollar baby until cable forces it upon me. really, it's all about the red carpet and the host. the awards are just filler. *g*
phew. now if i can just make it through the week so i can finish my STUPID projects, which were the start of this whole thing anyway...