Arrant Nonsense

Well, not weather-wise. I did not get my hundred-dollar hamburger today because it's rainy and icky and who wants to fly in that? Not I, and not the Hubby.

However, we went to Red Robin and snarfed out on hamburgers, fries, and zucchini sticks, and I had a couple of tropical Mai-Tais (which were fantastic and changed my brain chemistry), and then we went and saw "The A-Team."

And OMG, y'all. THERE IS NO BAD THERE. Bradley Cooper is a beautiful, beautiful man. And they let him keep his chest hair for all those lovely shirtless scenes. Yes, please and thank you.

The set-pieces were awesome. Dude. Just...dude. I will not spoil it for you, other than to say that there's a scene with a container ship that was utterly mind-blowing. Also, a tank. They were ridiculous. I DON'T CARE, the same way I DON'T CARE that "Human Target" is ridiculous. I do not expect a single nod to physics in a movie like this. Nor should there be. This is about blowing shit up, not physics.

Also, if you go, stay for the end of the credits. You'll be glad you did.

What's hilarious is that I don't think I saw a single episode back when it was airing. Not one. Now I want to.

The Hubby got me a fantastic, tiny pair of binoculars that zoom from 8x to 24x and will make birdwatching so much more fun.

Tonight: Burn Notice. We're re-watching s2 before we watch s3. Because we can.

is my Dad's 70th birthday.

He and Mom live on the beach in Port Aransas, TX, in a motorhome, which they see the country in when gas prices permit. My younger sister and my younger brother live in Arlington, TX, and I live in the Salt Lake Valley of Utah.

And we, at Mom's instigation, hatched a nefarious plot wherein we all surprised him by coming down for it. He had NO IDEA that we were coming, at all. My sister showed up on Friday, my brother and his wife showed up early this afternoon, and Da Boy and I came (the Hubby would have, but there was no room on the flight to San Antonio, non-revving being what it is) late this afternoon.

Understand that the Hubby not making it threw a crimp into my plans. I'm not very good at electronic stuff I don't use every day, and thus the cell phone and the GPS unit are a mystery to me at the best of times. So, the GPS unit tried to send me home until I figured out what button I needed to push so it would send me to Port A instead. Up I-10 toward El Paso wasn't right...

Once I got that figured out, I managed to call my sister (understand that I have no idea how to access the phone book in the cell phone. None) via pushing random buttons until something that looked right popped up, and let her know that, yes, Da Boy and I were (finally) on our way. And, of course, this was after a contretemps at the airport wherein the car rental place we had a reservation at didn't send a shuttle bus even after a phone call and a 45-minute wait, and I ended up saying "screw this" and gave our business to a company that could be bothered to, you know, show up.

The drive from SA to Port A was uneventful (once I got going in the right direction), and by turns beautiful and tedious. The bluebonnets are out, and people are pulling over and taking pictures. Some sort of funky tree-thing (looks almost like a Joshua Tree, but not really) is also flowering. And it seems that every other wildflower in existence is also blooming. So we've got blues and purples and reds and pinks and yellows and whites and everything in between vying for attention. And I managed to nearly run us off the road because I saw some real live Texas Longhorn Cattle grazing in some flowers and got distracted by the Pretty. *headdesk* God, I hate driving.

Anyway. We're here until Wednesday, when (hopefully) we will make it home, and then leave again on Friday for the Easter Jeep Safari down in Moab. The timing of Easter this year? Could have been better.

kensieg, thank you so very very very much for the paid LJ time! Oh my gosh, I can't even...

WHAT A LOVELY THING TO WAKE UP TO. Thank you so much, sweetie! *massive squishy hugs*

First of all, a big THANK YOU to everyone who wished me a Happy Birthday today. *smooches you all* For anyone wondering, I turned 21 again today. *nods firmly* Really.

All we did special today was go out to dinner at Red Robin, where I ate ridiculous amounts of fried shrimp, steak fries, and fried zucchini. Seeing a pattern there? However, we have plans to go see "The Hulk" this weekend, and we hope it's playing at the drive-in with "Iron Man," because that would be awesome. Or we might go see "The Happening," because it's M. Night and we like him in spite of the last train wreck. Hey, M. Night? You're awesome, but you're not Neil Gaiman. Don't try.

We also went grocery shopping at The Evil Mart of Walls. Which had the original X-Men movie in their $5 bin. And a double disc Will Smith set that had "I, Robot" and "Independence Day" for $9. Alan Tudyk is in the first, and Adam Baldwin is in the second. What's not to love? Also, Will rocks like a big rocking thing.

Borders has "MirrorMask" for $8 this week, and the Seattle's Best Coffee places that they have in Borders has a coffee milkshake to die for. OMG YUM. So, I have new/old SF/F on DVD.

And I have comicses. New Angel: After the Fall, and Chuck #1 (of 6), which starts us out on Gilligan's Island, Chuck style. *dies of funny*

In other news, my body this morning said "Happy birthday! Here's your period and some cramps! Whee!" I growled and took ibuprofen. HAH.

And now I suppose you all are wondering why I hate my brain. Well, I was discussing with the Hubby the fact that several people have mentioned that the ending of the Faerie Show fic is "too easy," for one reason or another. So, I had a Bunny for a new ending.

And I don't know whether to go or

What if, rather than reciprocating Saffron's feelings, Amethyst does what dragonfly-winged faeries naturally do to butterfly-winged faeries...and eats her? This might require tweaking the beginning a little so that Sheila brings two faeries instead of one, so the unveiling might be a little more shocking when she gets back to her setup.

So, yeah. I hate my brain. Why does it always go to a dark place when I'm trying to be light and funny? Now, I realize that I can play this for laughs, and I probably will, but still. Sheesh.