Friday. The Avenues. Next to the Haunted Tennis Court. Cold. The facts:
eggnog frozen yogurt = tasty
gorilla costume = neededThe Fall = good movie
I'd say more about The Fall but again Becky has beaten me to the punch. The turnaround time for her blog is much faster than mine.
This, in the stairwell of Becky's apartment:
A dirty magazine, just sitting right on top of the garbage can! When I was 12 I dreamed of finding such a thing. Finally all these years later that wish is fulfilled, and instead of thinking "yes!" and grabbing it (which let's face it, would be gross), all I can think is "well, here's something to mention on the blog."
Saturday, get this. I worked hard. I've made a good life for myself by hardly working, but all last week I was really busting my crackers at the office. And you know? It really felt good. Hahahahaha, no it didn't.
The Punisher: War Zone. The third try at a Punisher movie, and they still can't get it right. I'm baffled at some of the film-makers' choices, including the costume design.
The last time a Punisher movie came out I thought it would be a good date movie. Not really. But I did see it on a date because the gal wanted to hang out and I wasn't all that interested and wanted to see Punisher so why not? Then we ended up dating for like five years. Huh, I thought that would be a better story when I started typing it.
Sunday? More like Extreme Close-ups of Desserts Day.
(mint slim shady oatmeal cookies)
(the lazy debutante)
(not sure, and I kind of regret posting that picture now)
(becky, with capital)
Everyone is having babies these days, am I right? I met Thandi, the newest member of the Family Gatsby. Look how content she is, all wrapped up in her giraffe blanket.
Hey Thandi, are you excited to meet Uncle Baby Bry?