You know, I had forgotten how absolutely gorgeous and powerful the Lord of the Rings movies are. Jason and I went to dinner with his father, his father's "partner" (because people over the age of 40 don't like calling their SOs girl/boyfriend), sister, and sister's kidlet. We went to the Japanese Kitchen, which I cannot eat at, seeing as how the vegetables are cook about TWO INCHES FROM THE MEAT. Oh, gross. No can do. I drank a glass of water instead. Anyway, all social outings drain my energy, so when we got back to the apartment, I grabbed some leftover pizza and settled down to pass out. However, The Two Towers
is on, and it's just fantastic. I can't stop watching it, even if I'm pooped.
Jason's sister wanted a knitted beanie, which I threw together last night and finished this morning. My next project is this Edna St. Vincent Millay Cloche
. I've always wanted to knit and felt a fabulous hat, but I've never found a pattern I liked enough. Considering that my favorite hand-knit hat was lost in the move a few months back, I need to get this one going tonight. The weather is cold enough for it already.
I started the second book in J.R. Ward's Black Dagger Brotherhood
series yesterday afternoon. I have less than a hundred pages left of the four hundred fifty page book. Obviously, I'm enjoying it. This is not exactly a surprise. My romantic weakness is the idea that only one woman can manage to connect with and/or bust through the facade of a certain man. My penchant for this sort of relationship is fairly obvious in nearly every pairing I latch onto. As for this particular series, I can definitely say I like the second novel better than the first.
A couple people on my flist posted the clip of Rick Astley performing on the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade
. And I'd just like to say that Mr. Astley has aged oh-so-well
. And I love that song. I could listen to it over and over again without tiring of it. And
Barry Manilow covered it
. I effin' love
me some Barry. No, I'm not being ironic. The last time I was in Vegas, I oogled the side of the Hilton because they had a gigantic vertical banner on the side of the building with Barry Manilow's picture on it. Alas, we did not have the reservations or time to catch the show, seeing as how we were there for a stupid wedding of Jason's friend. A wedding that led to a marriage of approximately twelve whole months before the bride starting whoring herself out to various assistant managers at Chuck E. Cheese. For real.