"We are looking for the nyooo-kleeee-arrrr wessels"

[tinhuviel]

First off, let me say that Alan Rickman has now replaced Rutger Hauer as the sexiest man on planet Earth.

Secondly, I'm nauseated, tired, and disgusted with the fact that my ass is stuck here at Telehell.

Thirdly, I meant to bring Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home to watch tonight, but I forgot. Instead, I zipped by Blockbuster and picked up the following movies: The Missing, Dogma (one of my all-time faves), Along came a Spider, The Order, and Once upon a Time in Mexico. Now I thought I'd picked up Underworld, which I've been wanting to see since god knows when, but apparently some dickwad mis-filed Once upon a Time in Mexico and I was too brainless to look at the case I grabbed from Underworld section. At least the movie has Johnny Depp and Antonio Banderas, so it's not a total loss.

I just love to say that name, Antonio Banderas. It just rolls of the tongue, much like Jean-Claude Van Damme. I could say those names all the time and never weary of it.

Llew called. He's by himself this weekend because Mel and Billy have gone to Tennessee ~ again. When they were in Tennessee, they never came to visit Llew. Since they've been down here, they average going to Tennessee to visit family about every other month. Ah well. There are some things in this life I guess I'm not meant to understand. Anyway, if I get everything I need to do done tomorrow, I'm hoping to swing by and see Llew to maybe enjoy a wee bit of flying. He's coming to the house on Sunday to spend my "last hours" with me. We've tried to spend as much time as possible with each other.....just in case. I'm still seeing a marked improvement in Llew's overall health since he bottomed out in mid-February. It was almost the end of us. I'm still not completely over it all, but I'm trying to take the high road in all of it, and be objective and educated regarding the cause of our turmoil.

On Sunday Steph and I are planning to see Dawn of the Dead. I'm just hoping she doesn't smell like skunk. If she does, we'll sit on different rows and text each other on our phones to discuss the horrors on screen. Of course, I'm only joking.

A lot of the items I need for post-op I'll have to pick up in the infant supply department of Wally World. Essentially, my entire gastric system is being reverted back to that of a newborn. I'll start out on liquids and move on to pureed foods, mostly bland and sympathetic to the new plumbing. Whilst doing this, I'll also be relearning how to eat. So ga-ga goo-goo. Still, I'm not nervous about the surgery. I'm a little iffy on how I'll handle it all afterwards, but my resolve outweighs any reservations I may have.

I talked to Gail earlier today. We're planning on getting together week after next. It's been about a year since last I saw her, or Kev for that matter. We have much to catch up on. She's worried about not having heard from mercymanic in a while. Come to think of it, Mercy hasn't been on LJ for a while either, so I'm a bit worried myself. mercymanic, if you're reading this, please reach out, eh?

Kevin Smith is a genius. Anyone who would cast Alanis Morrissette as GOD has to be beyond brilliant. It just fits somehow. Amazing. As an aside, one of Alanis' inspirations, if not her main inspiration, when she was a child was Olivia Newton-John. You can hear Olivia in her voice when she sings. I think that's quite groovy.

Every time I try to sleep, the fucking phone rings. Work keeps getting in the way of my getting a good night's rest. Un-bloody-fair, say I!

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[falkenna.livejournal.com]

<<First off, let me say that Alan Rickman has now replaced Rutger Hauer as the sexiest man on planet Earth. Ah, we always agree when it really counts, don't we. Not forgetting Johnny Depp, Darth Maul, and B. Did you say you hadn't seen Sense and Sensibility? Then get thyself to Blockbuster before Telehell tonight. The split-second look on his face when he sees Marianne singing, is worth the whole movie, a look you would kill to have directed at you.