Posts from — June 2003

short bursts of minute crap:
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worked far too much this week, including a 7-hour stint on saturday, but wrist actually feels much better at the moment, which is relieving.
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must write review of hulk soon before all relevant info leaks out of my brain– in brief, 85% very, very good, 15% percent very, very bad. (and the bad part wasn’t the cgi hulk, just so you know)
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finished the new harry potter this weekend– by far the best book overall, not a dead spot in all 900 pages, though the much-talked-about death was a bit underwhelming.
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while getting coffee with tim this morning, as we’re walking out, chatting, I halfway see somebody glance over at me. so I turn to look just as this person starts to turn away, and lo and behold, it’s an ex-girlfriend! surprising enough when that happens anytime, even more so when said relationship ended over seven years and 1153.28 miles (thanks for the stat, ali!) away from where you currently live (while I knew she and her husband lived down here, I had no expectation of ever running into her ever). no great shakes, i’ve already forgotten that it happened twice today, but still, weird. and even weirder since she seems to be under the impression that it ended in a fairly amicable way, while that’s not quite how I remember it (not that we talked today, that’s just what I’ve been told– it’s a long story). not that I’m holding a grudge or anything, just another one of those things that makes me scratch my head and go, ‘huh?”
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found a great new place to take the dog and hike this weekend– franklin canyon, which is this oasis of wilderness in the middle of beverly hills– very strange, I know. but it’s isolated enough that not many people go there, so even on a saturday afternoon we hardly ran into anyone. though, dumb parents that we are, we went in the middle of the day– not something that should be done with a fur-wearing animal in tow in the middle of summer in los angeles. at one point during our walk, riggs just decided to stop and lie down. amy and I, of course, overprotective dumb parents that we are, immediately went into crisis mode, deciding that the dog was on the verge of heatstroke. needless to say we got him home, he’s fine, we’ve learned our lesson.
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if it’s got a monkey in it, it’s gotta be good: tim went to the san diego zoo this weekend and I am jealous!
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if it’s got a zombie in it, it’s gotta be good: scott saw 28 days later this weekend and I am jealous!