kjpepper | Collection of minor aggravations...

Sigh... today just seemed to be one of those gray days where everything is either bleak or annoying. From the four dead birds in the road on the way to work to the minor fiasco of mixing up two computer orders at work (not my fault, but did cause me quite the headache) to the purchase and application of what looked like really exciting nail polish but which turned out to be totally hideous once dry (must remove ASAP!), to the discussion/angst batshit circus

sundart and I are currently having... Feh.

The day was not devoid of goodness.

sundart and i went to see Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Ass-Kebob again this evening, which actually improved upon the second watching, as I got to look and listen more for details rather than plot and was justly rewarded for the extra looking. "Eat the pea soup before it eats you," Cedric, the comparative desaturation of the pallette, the waterglass chime the wands made each time a spell was cast (that was new!) and not really a discovery, but all of those short interludes with the Whomping Willow changing with the season were still hilarious. Those poor poor bluebirds... And of course, Snape in drag. *snrrk* Boy, this was not the year for Hermione to get any respect from her teachers, as she got dissed pretty hardcore by both Snape and Trewlawny (though the well phrased put-down award will have to go to Trelawny for this one - Emma Thompson's delivery on that line was brilliant.) Before the movie, I rode out to the mall on Bellenoire from work, despite the heat. Ah, biking to techno, always a happy thing.

I also think I scared some dude with a mullet on the bus on the way home.

sundart was attempting to write down a song title in her notebook at the same time I was struck with the odd and sudden need to break out into a fairly rousing rendition of "Liquor to Like Her." She told me to shush for a sec while she wrote down the song, and I responded with "But Carole, Hank Williams, Jr. is boiling out of my ass. I'm going to have to yell 'Are you ready for some football!' in another minute!" The look this guy gave me was a cross between absolute horror and a desperate attempt to not laugh. I love playing "scare the redneck" sometimes. ;)