If Mother Nature is kind, the bad line of storms heading this way will weaken enough that thunder and lightning don't end up rousing me in the middle of the night. It rained most of the day today. It was soft and grey and in the high 70's, much more tolerable than the mid-90's we were at this time last year. Dare I hope for a cool summer? That would be most welcome after last year.
Tonight was Gordon Ramsey orgy night. Fox, I still hate you for taking Alcatraz away. I hate you lots, and I will simmer in that resentment for some time. However, the double dose of Ramsey is a weak balm to my wounded soul. So, yes. You still owe me for me sadness.
I watched bits and pieces of the Tony's last night and squeed like a mad squeeing thing when Mandy Patinkin and Patty Lupone gave an award together with bonus Eva/Che singing. I saw the number from the Evitarevival, and while I guess Ricky Martin was okay, the first thing I said to
slyspider is, "He's no Mandy Patinkin, is he?" And even though I love you Antonio Banderas, neither are you. Hugh Jackman was just adorable getting his award from his wife. I'm a litte sad I mostly came in toward the end of the show.
Of course, they had a trailer for the Les Mis movie. It looked quite good with Anne Hathaway singing "I Dreamed a Dream" as the trailer spun out. I hope it's grand, that they can translate the play to the screen in a way that didn't entirely happen with Evita. I'm looking forward to Jackman, but honestly, Russell Crowe as Javert just makes me die a little inside. I wish they could have gotten someone who wasn't a prick.
Ripley is currently busy standing atop the back of the sofa and busy diggig and trying to jam one of her babies down into the space between the cushions. It's a tough job, but clearly someone needs to do it.
Tonight was Gordon Ramsey orgy night. Fox, I still hate you for taking Alcatraz away. I hate you lots, and I will simmer in that resentment for some time. However, the double dose of Ramsey is a weak balm to my wounded soul. So, yes. You still owe me for me sadness.
I watched bits and pieces of the Tony's last night and squeed like a mad squeeing thing when Mandy Patinkin and Patty Lupone gave an award together with bonus Eva/Che singing. I saw the number from the Evitarevival, and while I guess Ricky Martin was okay, the first thing I said to
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Of course, they had a trailer for the Les Mis movie. It looked quite good with Anne Hathaway singing "I Dreamed a Dream" as the trailer spun out. I hope it's grand, that they can translate the play to the screen in a way that didn't entirely happen with Evita. I'm looking forward to Jackman, but honestly, Russell Crowe as Javert just makes me die a little inside. I wish they could have gotten someone who wasn't a prick.
Ripley is currently busy standing atop the back of the sofa and busy diggig and trying to jam one of her babies down into the space between the cushions. It's a tough job, but clearly someone needs to do it.
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I'm going to whip up a fic or two before Friday. However, I'm still giving some thought to something we could do here on LJ. With all the kink memes like everywhere, it might be nice to have something multi-fandom.
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I'm keeping my fingers crossed though.