I Had A Great Idea For A Movie!!!*

It could be about these two little people who find this bracelet. An evil bracelet. And they need to destroy said bracelet. The story could be all about their journey to do so. It could be called "The Ruler Of The Bracelet." It could be a three part series. The first part of the series could be called "The Brotherhood Of The Bracelet" followed by "A Couple Of Towers" and the climactic finale (I said climactic not climaxtic thankyouverymuch) could be called "HEY! The king's back!"

What do you think?









*Alas, I didn't come up with this on my own. It's a joke from World of Warcraft.

Monty Python Meets Saw

Recently I had a dream that Jeff and I were going through a game created by Jigsaw. (I heart Tobin Bell but I think I need to stop watching his movies before bedtime). However, it wasn't a regular Jigsaw game where you have to do things like chop off your hands and rip out your own piercings. It was kind of like Monty Python meets Saw. Like one of the rooms had these chairs that you had to sit in and get your kneecaps repeatedly hit with a hammer. Except they were those big blow-up hammers that you win at the fair. Stuff like that. All in all, a pretty funny game.

But...I gotta quit watching creepy movies before bed.

In other news, I am quite excited for my next Netflix shipment. A Haunting In Connecticut, One Missed Call, White Noise, and the Japanese version of The Ring are on their way.

I really should go clean the bathroom...but I am really enjoying this show on The Discovery Channel called "Haunting" right now.

I need help.

Incendent at Loch Ness meets Saw

I had this dream last night that I went on a mini-holiday on a friend's houseboat over Loch Ness. Jeff wasn't with me. There was a hurricane. As if that wasn't scary enough, we got lost after the hurricane. Everyone died except for myself and 2 other people. One of them was an old co-worker, and the other was my friend Katie (as in Jacques and Katie). We floated around forever, malnourished and scared. We were finally found, and woke up in someone's home. My first thought was to call Jeff. But Jeff was already there, right next to me. We were all hooked up to machines taking our blood. I came-to and got us all free. We jumped into an SUV to escape. As we were driving away, my ex-co-worder confessed that she was behind it and was going to kill us all. I managed to fight her off and get her out of the SUV and keep driving. Katie said "we have to go back. I have to take you back to Tammy or she'll kill me." I said "no, I don't want to die and neither does Jeff." She said "those who are afraid of death are dead anyway because they're living their life in fear." I said "that's not it, I just don't feel like dying." We got into a big argument, with Jeff finally saying "FINE! LET'S GO BACK!" So we drove back. The maniac behind it all wanted to drain us of our blood. However I wasn't ready to quit fighting. Jeff said "just draw my blood. Go ahead." But his blood wasn't draining. So I attacked our captor and chopped off her hands and drained her blood and the door opened and we were free.

Blech.

Leather and Riverdance

So the other night I had this dream that it was the day before my wedding, and I had yet to get my beloved a wedding gift. I was already in La Conner, so shopping was quaint but limited. It was 8:00 on a Saturday night (La Conner tends to close down around 5pm) and the only place that was open was a leather goods store. (I know...kinky right?) So I thought perhaps I would go and find him a nice leather jacket, or a belt. (To hold up his pants.) I walk into the store, and started to peruse the merchandise. (Doesn't that sound way better than "look around"? Peruse the merchandise...I think I'll use it the next time I go into Best Buy). Ok so I'm perusing some merchandise...and the shop owners come up to me. One of them is none other than Lief Sorbye of one of my favourite bands, Tempest. The other shop owner is...Michael Flatley. You know...Lord of the Dance? The man whose legs flail about wildly as if independent from his body? That one. He was the other owner of the leather goods store that I was trying to buy a wedding gift for Jeff in! So Lief started playing guitar and singing and Michael started dancing around while showing me a large assortment of head-bands, and those little things that you stick in your hair with a stick. I kept trying to explain to Michael that I was there looking for a wedding gift for my fiance, and did he perhaps have a nice leather jacket or something? Next thing I know...he's dancing around in one of those white leather jackets with the fringe and the eagle on the back of it like Elvis used to wear. I was getting quite irritated, but I needed to get Jeff a gift, so I got him the Elvis coat. And he hated it. The end!

In other news, I have to take Dobby to the vet tomorrow. Her little eye is all goopy and I'm hoping that there's nothing seriously long.

TTFN!

P.S. Included are 3 pictures of Michael Flatley...just in case you didn't know precisely of whom I am speaking. And ironically...in 2 of those pictures he is wearing leather jackets. One of them uncannily like the jacket of which I dreamt him dancing around in that I purchased for Jeff.

Seriously Spaghetti Factory?

So my first posting will be for the part of the section that I would like to call "fear my yelp." Basically, I am addicted to the website yelp, and take great amounts of pleasure in going online an lambasting businesses that I think smell like cabbage. I also give credit when credit is due. Anyway, I haven't gotten the opportunity to go and yelp my most recent dining experience...or should I say haven't taken the opportunity to go and yelp my my recent dining experience? Either way...I haven't yelped about it yet!

Anywhoo...when Jeff's mother came up for the wedding, we took her to supper at The Old Spaghetti Factory. Ok don't get me wrong. I'm not going to complain about The Old Spaghetti Factory. The food is scrumptious and very decently priced. Nope, I'm going to sit here and whine about one of their servers named...well...maybe I shouldn't tell you her name...people will sue you over ANYTHING these days! Ok...so let's call her Beaulah.

Beaulah is quite possibly one of the worst waitresses ever. She's young, so maybe she can't help it. But still, you'd think that you'd have to have a bit of experience before working for a very busy restaurant like the Downtown Seattle Spaghetti Factory. Yes? No? Anyone? Bueller? But I digest...er...digress...OK so here's my big complaint with Beaulah. (By the way, if you want to know her real name, contact me at my personal email address so that you can avoid being seated in this young woman's section if you ever decide to go to the Spaghetti Factory.) Ok...so...back to Beaulah. We were seated up in the trolley. (Not like an actual trolley that drives down the road...but a seating section shaped like an old trolley...just in case you were unclear about that.) Ok...so...seated in the trolley...she came over to take our order before we'd even had 2 minutes to look at our menu! Well, we weren't ready to order yet so we asked for a few more minutes. You'd think that Beaulah would have said "no problem, can I get some drinks or appetizers going for you while you wait?" Yeah...apparently she didn't want to do that...it would have made too much sense. But no problem, we assumed she'd be back in 5 minutes. Try 15 minutes! Ok...so...15 minutes later she comes back and takes *OUR DRINK ORDER AND THAT'S IT* and then takes forever to get our drinks to us. At this point I'm starving and cranky...I can't imagine how my Mother in Law felt after having spent a kajillion hours on a bus. Yes, a kajillion. No it's not a real measure of time, what's your point? Anyway, she brings our drinks and finally takes our food order. Which comes in a timely manner. However...she comes by every 7 minutes or so to see if we're done eating. We all have most of our food still sitting on our plates and she's all like "can I get you some boxes? Are you ready for ice cream?" Uh...no thanks Beaulah...I still have 3/4ths of my supper left on my plate. Here's the real thing that bothered me...in every dining experience I have had, if the server sees that your drink is low, they usually offer to get you another one, right? Not Beaulah. I mean, my diet coke was empty and I was chewing on the ice cubes and had to ask her for another one. Same went for Jeff's diet coke and his Mummy's coffee. And the real irritant was...ok so Mummy in law had a really sore tooth so she was taking her time eating. No big deal, Jeff and I were having fun talking her ear off. But I kid you not, Beaulah came by to see if she was done eating SO OFTEN that Mummy-In-Law finally got fed up and just asked for a box to take the rest of her food home. Ok no wait, that's not exactly how it happened. She finally got fed up and asked for her ice cream. And then had to wait 15 minutes for Beaulah to come back and pick up the debit card to pay for our bill to even ask for a box. Ugh. Beaulah is a bad server. Good riddance! So that's my complaint about my most recent dining experience (and by most recent, I mean it happened like 20 days ago and I've eaten at like 5 other restaurants since then). So later on I'll use this whiny blog to go and write out a more grown-up-version for yelp. Hehehehe....fear my yelp! Nighty-night everyone!