actually, love  ::
21 june 2004 :: 11:53pm
 

Love Actually may be all around, but tonight I found that actually love is having your boyfriend, who (1) never wanted to watch this chick flick in the first place and who (b) just before you pressed Play from the DVD menu, grumpily compared it to a "sharp stick in the eye" and who (iii) made you watch every other NetFlix movie before succumbing to this torture as a very last resort, not only WATCHES the movie with you but (A) smiles and laughs warmly to indicate that he is *touched* in the all right parts and (2) walks v e r y , v e r y s l o w l y out of the room while staring at the screen and rushes back in when he's finished whatever he left the room for (or when he believes he's missing something involving the nude blonde girl and the guy who plays Tim in The Office) and (III) kindly takes the remote control when the DVD just FREEZES during the climactic good parts, skips ahead to the next track, and then rewinds (three different times!) backwards through the scenes until you're back to the point just after the freeze occurs ALL WHILE you cover your eyes so that none of the magic of the linear progression of the movie is ruined for you.

* K I S S *

 
 
 
in my ears  ::
nearly inaudible Bridget Jones's Diary on TBS in the other room, the hum of the fan, the clack of the dueling keyboards
 
on the page  ::

Radio On: A Listener's Diary by Sarah Vowell and Lake Wobegone Days by Garrison Keillor

 
on my mind  ::

feeling guilty about not placing the most important phone call on father's day; shouting out a Happy 2-0 Birthday to my glamour-puss niece, Allison Gray Keller!

 
in my kitchen  ::

dishes, dishes everywhere

 
on my wish list  ::

motivation, or just a refreshing drink

 
in my immediate future  ::

cleaning up the dinner dishes, a Pimm's Cup, and possibly a game of Mah Jong before bed