Work from Home Log Day 2 (sans timestamps):

-Downloaded Disney Plus last night, and I do not regret it one bit.

-Watching The Three Musketeers. God, Chris O'Donnell gets his ass kicked A LOT in this movie.

-Also, the actor playing the henchman in this movie, who is basically Guy of Gisborne, is actually the same dude who plays Guy in Prince of Thieves (Michael Wincott). I... can't decide how I feel about that.

-Unexpected perk of working from home? I can sing along with my music out loud.

-Watched The Little Mermaid TV series (well, one episode). Still delightful, although it got dark kinda fast when the shark people extorted Ariel to write a fake note by threatening to stab Flounder.

-Talked to Dad today, and he's been sent home for 6-8 weeks because he's over 60 and his job is being cautious. I appreciate that, but he and Mom may actually kill each other.

I really hope you're all ready for the EXPLOSION of wedding related posts, because there's only 25 days until the big day and I still have SO MUCH TO DO.

So, of course, I'm going to post here instead of actually doing anything.

This past weekend I tried on my headpiece for the first time, had a hair trial, had my final dress fitting, made a seating chart (complicated by people not being sure if they can come yet, nor knowing how many of them are coming), ordered ribbon for the favors, made the favors (a hilarious endeavor, because Mom, Dad, Andrew and I were all in the kitchen, filling tiny maple syrup bottles with hot syrup. Somehow no one got burned.) and made a crucual centerpice decision.

The headpiece is beautiful and perfefct, which is amazing because we ordered it online, and from Bed, Bath, and Beyond (who knew they had headpieces? Ellen, that's who). My dress is pretty, but there's this weird wrinkle on the sides of it because I'm chubby and apparently have a short torso, and the seamstress has fixed it as much as she can. :( Mom's dress does the same thing, but in the back where it's not as noticiable. I'm hoping this won't show in the pictures.

The biggest thing we still have left to do is to decide on and then make reception decortions, because I only vaguely know what I want. Not sure when that's going to happen, but I did get some fancy paper at Michael's tonight.

Stay tuned for pictures! I'll post them as soon as Mom sends them to me.

Guys, what is my life? I've been watching Duck Dynasty for the last two hours, and I just barely laughed at it so hard that I cried.

I blame my mother.

P.S. This is line that I laughed my ass off at, even though it's not nearly as funny out of context: "You are hoarding mustard, and you have an inordinate amount of socks."



Answer to last Sunday's song: Bye Bye Bye, by N'SYNC. I quoted this in honor of their VMA reunion, but no one guessed it.

Arr! It be Talk Like a Pirate Day, but I don't be havin' the time to make a lengthy post, as I be needin' ter pick me ole mother up from the airrrrrport soon!

But I hope ye all be havin' a great day, specially that lass Hermione Granger, whose birrrrrthday it be today! Tis a great day fer pirates an' Harry Potter, two of me greatest loves.

Fare thee well, lubbers!

And thus I ask you, what is the point of censoring song lyrics? I mean, we all know what they're saying, especially if the censor is poor, so why even bother? We're just filling in the appropriate 'fucks' and 'shits' in our head.

It is possibly born of the logic that children should never have heard those words, and therefore have nothing with which to fill in the blanks, but that seems ridiculously optimistic and possibly downright stupid in this day and age. Also, my mother taught me more about swearing (inadvertently) than Eminem ever could.

And finally, even if they've never heard the word fuck, and you censor it out, aren't they going to wonder what word goes there, and what caused it to be taken out, and ask someone? Or Google it? They're probably not just going to accept the blank space in the song as natural. It's clearly not meant to be there.

I ask again, what is the point?

Some highlights from our phone conversation just now:

Me: You're getting ornery in your old age, Mom. You're going to be that old lady with the cane going, "get off my lawn!"
Mom: No, I'm going to be the old lady with a gun, going, "get off my lawn. Or die."
Me: Bwahahahahahaha! 
Mom: No, no, actually, "get off my lawn or mow it."


*talking about a neighbor in Vermont, who is about 80 years old and was getting scammed out of a lot of money*
Me: Why do people do that?
Mom: What? Scam old people?
Me: Yes.
Mom: Why do people do anything bad? Like kick puppies?


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So, my mother has Netflix. And on Netflix, there are some movies you can watch on your computer, for free, if you have a subscription, which we do. And Mom gave me her password long ago. This led to me, just now, browsing the movies I can watch in the near future. (First on the list is Interview with the Vampire, since Andrew's never seen it, but that's another story.)

Anyway, I just found this: Twist. Director Jacob Tierney takes inspiration from the Charles Dickens classic Oliver Twist in this modern-day drama about gay street life in Toronto. The innocent Oliver (Joshua Close) is drawn to the hustling Dodge (Nick Stahl), a savvy kid with whom he hooks up after running away from yet another foster home. Oliver joins Dodge and his pals, who sell their bodies to eager customers -- all under the watchful eyes of their pimp, Fagin (Gary Farmer).

So, dear f-list, (and especially Abby and Ellen) should I watch this at some point? I kind of want to, but I watched the trailer and now I'm also kind of scared.


Also, can you imagine the pitch for this? "Guys, guys, settle down, I have the best idea for a movie EVAR. It's based on Oliver Twist... Oh now, don't groan, listen, he's going to be gay, and in modern day Toronto, and Fagin is going to be his pimp. Yes, he's going to be a gay male prostitute, and Dodge, (that's my version of the Artful Dodger) is going to be a heroin addict and possibly his lover. Nancy? Oh, I don't know if I can fit her in. What do you think?"

While watching the news just now:

Dad: Look at that guy! He looks like he's on drugs!
Mom: He is! That's Phish.