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Stupid Weather Wizard
Still pretty warm here. In fact, it was so warm today that one of those giant bugs that we get in the summer made it into the apartment.
Luckily, my cat fought it off. Today, bugs. Tomorrow . . . the world!
Introversion
I found this little list about superheroes with introverted alter egos. I can’t really say I agree with Bruce Wayne so much but whatever.
Being an introvert myself, I spent my alone time (I’m a shut-in!) clicking on the links. Here’s a little blog about introverts. And if you’re an extrovert then you’re probably not reading this post anyway—are ya at a party with people or something? Socializing?!?! Gag.
A Serial Killer Christmas
So, being the sick couple of people that we are, Hubby and I went to see Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street during this joyful Christmas season. I’m not a fan of musicals so I was prepared to spend two hours rolling my eyes.
But no, my rat-nosed friends! The songs weren’t lame at all—he not only sang a touching love song to his straight razor but he sang about people being full of shit! This is a guy I can link arms with and, together, we can harmonize a tune about how everyone deserves to die, particularly people who need a shave.
Oh, and there’s some cannibalism involved as well. I can’t really get behind that . . . I mean, if you really dislike a person are you going to eat him? I don’t even like to mess around with raw chicken when I cook dinner.
But there’s more serial killing involved here, people! My husband knows me so well that he gifted me with the DVD collection of the first season of Dexter. I must say—this is a great idea! A serial killer who’s a forensic scientist? I do declare! How do they come up with these kinds of ideas? “Bless his heart,” I declared as I sipped my mint julep and fanned myself. My suitors continued to talk about the concept while I worried my pretty little head about how my corset was pinching my side fat.
Wait. Sorry. I got my stories confused. Please note: Scarlett O’Hara is not a serial killer. Also please note that this is yet another post in which I, apparently, have lost total control of what goes on in my head.
