He was walking, a slow, unmotivated gait. He didn't remember how long he'd been walking nor did he care. The road stretched as far out before him as it did behind. He'd always been on this road. For a change, he stepped into the corn fields for a bit, a reprieve from the scorching sun. It smelled different in here, too many smells almost, fresh and alive, not like the road. After an eternity of endless walking, he stopped in the field for a rest. It was almost dark now and his eyes were adjusting slowly. He turned several times. Then giving up finding anywhere else to sleep, he laid down and was immediately out. The next morning, he awoke but there was no color in his world. It was another day of traveling down the road. He started again in the fields, back to his slow, dragging trot. Later that morning, a noise from the road awoke his senses. He ran out, but the car passed on by. His momentary hope flickered inside and then it was gone. That afternoon, the fields broke into a clearing. A family was enjoying a meal outdoors. He slowly approached, but upon seeing this stranger, they were wary. The mother protectively grabbed her children. The father offered a greeting, but he gave no reply. Yet, the father was kind and offered to share some of their food. He was unsure but ravenous and accepted the food with out question. Next, the son approached. He smiled and extended his hand. Then something happened that he had almost forgotten he was capable of. He wagged his tail.
Today, I wore my denim capris. They are comfy. They are relatively cute. In all respects, they appear to be a normal piece of clothing. Yet, the flaps on the back pockets have a mind of their own. They don't lay flat, they curl. They have been in this condition from the first time I washed my capris. I have tried to fold my capris so the flaps will lie flat. I have tried to tuck the flaps into the pockets so they will lie flat. I have even, shudder, ironed the flaps in an attempt to mitigate the curling. These attempts have proved futile. Alas, I am doomed to appear as though my butt is perennially trying to fly away, but always unsuccessful.
Tom and I have been hiding in our house all weekend and we finally finished Harry Potter. I must say it was the greatest, most satisfying book I've ever read. My emotions are all over the place at the moment. I was so glad to get through it before anyone ruined it or I read any more spoilers. Thankfully, the one I did accidentally read was comepletely false. Ah, I read it so fast though, that I must read it again soon, but I think I will try to read book six again before I do. What a crazy weekend.
This is Gidget. Our new kitty. She's a Serengeti, super long, super lean, with big ears, a long tail, extremely active, and goofy to boot. But we love her. And, yes, I stole her name from the movie. ;)
I cried in my office today because I couldn't go to Comic-con and see the Lost producers, or J.J. Abrams talk about Star Trek, or go to the preview of Prince Caspian or Wall*e, or meet with fellow Losties and Browncoats, or see Ray Bradbury, or all the other insanely awesome things you can do there. Yep, selfish (and partly hormonal, but we won't get into that). I hate it. Part of me thinks I am insane and part of me doesn't. Now, I dream about going off to film school, or trying out for On the Lot, or just going over to the quad cities tomorrow to try to be an extra in a film they're shooting there. But I won't, partly because I am wimp and partly because I know I have grownup type responsibilities, and who acutally does that stuff anyway. No skipping of life. Doesn't work, but it's fun to dream about.
Wow, man, just this one trailer is almost worth it to go to see Transformers. It's a totally unique marketing idea. It has no name. It's all filmed with hand held cameras. It super creepy. Think Lost people. I have tried to find the trailer again online and everywhere I have seen that it has been posted, it is now unavailable. Even more creepy. Rather than me blathering on. Check out this article. It says everything I would have, much better than I would have, and includes a link to a teaser website. J.J. Abrams rules. Geesh, Lost, Star Trek XI, and now this. He is crazy talented.
The way Drew Carey reacts at the end is the best part.