Very happy we opted to see The King's Speech on Friday night. I think it's the only film to win anything tonight that I actually saw this year. It really was far more interesting than a film about speech pathology had any right to be.
Drove around all weekend with a penis drawn in the dirt on the passenger's side of the urban assault vehicle. Shortly after checking into the hotel on Friday evening, some stealthy artist evidently thought my ride needed a little personalizing. The Marthas were far more pleased about this than they should have been.
Got my ass kicked at Parcheesi by a defensive player, of all things. The other pathologically aggressive player in the game was so busy attacking me (for which of course I had to retaliate) that we didn't even notice that little sneak waltzing right in between us to win.
Was very surprised by the powerful play we watched on Saturday. The panel discussion that followed was an important addendum to the experience. Details, and a review of sorts, to come.
Lasted for less than an hour at the Home Show. Even though I managed to avoid be sham-wowed, slap-chopped, or magic-mopped, I simply could not handle being a sheeple in a slowly shuffling crowd of thousands of other sheeple. It was how I imagine hell to be.
Going to bed. Smoochie boochies.