In a photo that has nothing to do with this post, look! My daffodils are coming up! And what a blurry photo! I laid on the ground to capture how they match my car, and then spent the rest of the day having an allergic reaction to whatever I laid in.
I am typing this Monday night, late, and I am setting it up to post Tuesday morning. I have officially become one of those people who post in advance now. Although again, some people post WEEKS in advance, to which I reply, "?"
How can you post about what's happening in your life weeks in advance? I guess these particular bloggers are posting about something else. I do not know what. Perhaps they are the types who have particular, I don't know, TOPICS and such.
Anyway, tonight I went to see Frost/Nixon, which means I have now seen every movie nominated for best picture. In case you didn't know, Frost/Nixon is about a time that former President Nixon was really cold.
Honestly, how do you stand the humor?
So, it was good, but I'd like to address the people of Greensboro now.
People of Greensboro, there is this thing called THE TIME THE MOVIE BEGINS. If the paper or your computer tells you the movie begins at 7:15, this means you are to be in your theater seat at — GUESS WHEN? — 7:15. It does not mean that you are to meander in at 7:25, with your giant Coke and your tub o' popcorn, speaking loudly to your companion about where to sit as you stand in front of the screen looking over the seat selection.
It also does not mean that you are to loudly whisper about what is happening onscreen as you use the seat in front of you as a footrest.
In yet another completely unrelated photo, here is Tallulah's new crab. She has had it four days and already it is filthy. Dogs are disgusting human beings.
Seriously, every movie I have been to in Greensboro, I have run into this problem, and I honestly think it is regional. I get to the movie, and I am the only person in the theater when the movie starts, and for the next 20 minutes I am assaulted by popcorn people.
And I do not want to hear about the sitting through the Coke commercials, mom. There are no Coke commercials at either of the theaters I go to here. And some of us consider the previews PART OF THE MOVIEGOING EXPERIENCE, and would rather not be INTERRUPTED DURING THEM!
Can you tell this is sticking in my craw? Apparently my new prescription Vitamin D is not helping with my crankiness yet. I will not even touch on how TV newscasters here pronounce it "Dinver" instead of "Denver."
It's just so SURPRISING, as the Southerners are otherwise so polite. This is the one way they have been inconsiderate. I don't get it.
The other day I came home and Marvin and his friend Ron were in the backyard filming themselves playing guitar. I really have to paint that chair. How do you paint aluminum chairs?
If any Southerner has a theory on this, please let me know. Not why Marvin would film himself. That is between Marvin and the universe. None of us down here can figure that one out.