We just had a Wallace & Gromit-a-thon. After we watched everything on the DVD, we tried to watch some of the things in French, but they only gave us subtitles, even though the menu said French! Nothing cracks me up more than cartoons in French. Especially talking animals. Because they're speaking French! That's, like, so weird. English, okay. Japanese, okay. But French is the language of . French people (among others), not fluffy woodland creatures. At least in my twisted mind.
But before the two and a half hours of claymation, I did other things, like getting that disk mostly defragged even without adjusting the partitions. I cooked food. I went for a walk. I got my work done. I made necessary phone calls.
Not so exciting. But I'm starting to obsess over another writing project. The excitement, she is in my skull.
145 words | January 10, 2006 11:50 PM | Real true story