Nothing sinister so far about this Friday the 13th. But it makes for a very fun word, and it's a long word that is a bit more usable than the one about peanut butter sticking to the roof of your mouth. (Is that even a remotely practical word, or is its sole purpose in life the brag value of being able to rattle it off glibly, like antidisestablishmentarianism?)
Last night we went to Benjamin and Amanda's for dinner. Based on our month of unlimited movie rentals, we had just checked out Daredevil, which I am very glad we didn't go out to the theaters to see when it first came out. So lame it was almost funny. Unlike The Thomas Crown Affair, which we watched night before last, a very elegant crime caper with an unfortunate ratio of fast-forward scenes. I love the elegance and intricacy of high-class society - very reminiscent of How To Steal A Million.
It rained torrentially yesterday morning. Popular wisdom holds that it was an effect of the hurricane. Thanks to Sarah for pointing out that Clyde would have been an appropriate name to match Hurricane Bonnie. Ha, ha! Actually, though, Charlie is also an apropos name for a hurricane under these circumstances, as I realised last night. I was on the brink of falling asleep when suddenly an idea struck me, and my mind leapt up, alert and ready for action. 'Michael!' I whispered. 'It just occurred to me that Charlie IS a good match for Bonnie, after all. Don't you see? It's a classic historical reference instead - Bonnie Prince Charlie! Remember? And far below the Roundhead rode, And humm'd a surly hymn.' (It should be noted that I only know this quote from reading No Entry.)
We are duly primed and ready to watch the opening ceremony of the Olympic games tonight at eight. I've been waiting for this ever since the ice skating of February 2002.
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