I saw the Matrix today. For the second time.

Good: Despite itself, it still makes me want to wear pleather pants and run up walls in slow-motion.

Bad: Fat Morpheus in a ratty sweater.

Good: The spiky urchin uber-machine at the end.

Bad: Cheesy epic soundtrack music that sounds like a klesmer choir from the dark ages.

Good: Serif as a pseudo Jet Li, who never takes off his sunglasses and has floppy sleeves.

Bad: "Cookies need love, just like people do." Jesus h holy hell, I'm gonna yarf.

Good: Fantasizing about stomping down the street in one of those Zion mega-robot ass kickers. Yeah.

Bad: The annoying chick in the seat next to me who overreacted to every lame contrived emotional tug injected into the plot. So I kicked her. Accidentally. hehe.

One Monkey Don't Stop the Show

....whoa, so get on board Here comes the freight train.......

Gillian Welch tonight! Mmm, my cowgirl soul has got her spurs on, faded denim, lipstick perfect, longing to be shaken with that sound. 

.......She's at the station, rolling slow.

Lost

I went looking for monkeys today, and I got horribly lost in the woods. Luckily I found this tunnel, which magically lead me home.

I get into such trouble.

I am eating a leftover chicken sandwich.

Last night I made dinner. I am very proud of myself about this, because it was just the sort of dreary day to have a homecooked meal, and once in a while I like to pretend i'm domesticated. Kudos to my gran for teaching me to cook, and Bryon was deliciously happy to be well-fed.  Audrey got some carrots, too.

Mmm, love and good food, and flowers on the table.

-Mashed turnip and carrot with butter

-Pan roasted red bliss potatoes

-Baked chicken with a garlic/onion/rosemary crust

-pumpkin pie

This is important because sometimes I feel like I ought to justify my homemaker abilities, since most of my grownup life I've been teased about my culinary ineptitude. but HA! It turns out I have mad skills. Take that, Mom, who never let me touch the stove, and Nick, who says I don't know how to chop vegetables. BAHAHA! And jut because I'm teeny doesn't mean I don't know how to cook. I have a huge appetite. So when I am running the best restaurant in the country you'll all come crying to me for my apple pie. Or not, and I'll just keep myself happy feeding the people i love, at dinner every night. Good food works wonders.

Leftover Chocolate and Cloud-Machines

Haven't been feeling very blogtastic lately. Which is funny, because there has been a bit to write about. Here is the cliff notes-version:

1. We went to Target on Halloween night, Bry bought a dvd player, I bought The Ring on DVD, amd we proceeded to eat chocolate and scare ourselves silly on the couch. It was good.

2. We planned on driving to Amherst on Saturday, but there was a big emo bruhahah going on, so we went to poke at the robots at the MIT museum instead.  I was still mopey, but I was psyched to see Arthur Ganson's mechanical sculptures. There was one that was made out of teeny wires and string, and it looked like a wire cloud with threadlike gears. And it had buttons you could push, which makes it good art, yeah. We also had good samosas down the street. Further proof that I need to leave JP more frequently.

3. The emo bruhaha was still continuing the next day, but brunch at the Spring Street cafe with the Chestnut Ave crew and chocolate pancakes smoothed things over. I was going to go to the zoo and draw animals (since franklin park is near my house) but it started raining. I am not keen on wet monkeys. Although I did hang out with nick later on, who might qualify as a damp marsupial. Some things were resolved, and I got a really awesome hug. Then I came home and got mad. I don't really remember about what, but it was terrible. Bad Annie.

4. Monday was a monday. I was late to work, and my boss was being hissy at me for not handing in some paperwork on Friday. The powers that be can bite me, jerks, because i was the only teacher that helped out with the kids' halloween party on friday night. I was busy helping everyone make decorations and use the camera, not to mention my usual art-teacher school stuff.  Grr.

5. Yeah, Tuesday. Yawn. Nothing profound happens on Tuesday.