I'm fangirling Richard Gere

You know, Richard Gere never really did anything for me. I mean, yeah, he's handsome, and I like that he's Buddhist, but other than that, meh. Then my friend and I went tonight to see Shall We Dance. GREAT movie. Everything I love about a movie, redemption, redescovery, love, happy endings and ballroom dancing. And now I'm fangirling Richard Gere. He was just so darned cute in this movie.

And I can't sleep, which is why I'm here. And I was checking out some comments on a post I'd left on electiondebate and there is this guy there who seems to absolutely hate me for some reason. Every thing I've written that he's responded to, he's responded to with venom. I don't know why. I must not be expressing myself very well. Or he just really likes picking arguments with people. There are people like that in the world. They aren't happy unless they're butting heads with someone. It's weird though. I like to think I'm a nice person. Waa! Some random stranger doesn't like me. Whatever shall I do?

I'm still trying to think of a good Halloween story. Being up at 1am ish on Halloween morning ought to bring something to mind, yes?

Not so much.

I did write a poem for my sister's wedding. First draft. I posted it on writer_girls if anyone cares.

Right. Really need to get some sleep. Trick or Treating tomorrow! Hurrah!

I'm fangirling Richard Gere

You know, Richard Gere never really did anything for me. I mean, yeah, he's handsome, and I like that he's Buddhist, but other than that, meh. Then my friend and I went tonight to see Shall We Dance. GREAT movie. Everything I love about a movie, redemption, redescovery, love, happy endings and ballroom dancing. And now I'm fangirling Richard Gere. He was just so darned cute in this movie.

And I can't sleep, which is why I'm here. And I was checking out some comments on a post I'd left on electiondebate and there is this guy there who seems to absolutely hate me for some reason. Every thing I've written that he's responded to, he's responded to with venom. I don't know why. I must not be expressing myself very well. Or he just really likes picking arguments with people. There are people like that in the world. They aren't happy unless they're butting heads with someone. It's weird though. I like to think I'm a nice person. Waa! Some random stranger doesn't like me. Whatever shall I do?

I'm still trying to think of a good Halloween story. Being up at 1am ish on Halloween morning ought to bring something to mind, yes?

Not so much.

I did write a poem for my sister's wedding. First draft. I posted it on writer_girls if anyone cares.

Right. Really need to get some sleep. Trick or Treating tomorrow! Hurrah!

Where as they say, at some hours of the night, spirits resort

I'm completely knackered. (to put it in the British vernacular, as I am wont to do.) We went trick-or-treating from about 2:30 to 5pm. That's a long time. Even Charlie was getting tired by the end and kept saying 'that's enough trick-or-treating!' which didn't stop him from continuing to get candy however whenever we came to a house that was giving it out. He made a very cute Spiderman, and I will post photos as soon as I get them printed and on a disk.

Got to see lots of the neighborhood. That's always fun. And if one goes by lawn signs and bumper stickers, the entire population of West Collingswood is voting for Kerry. So that's nice.

Charlie got all kinds of good candy, too. Did you know that Toll House Cookies has a candy bar? I haven't opened it yet, but it seems to be a cookie dough type of a candy bar. All I can say is 'yum' and I hope Charlie doesn't notice when I eat it.

Does anyone else feel ripped off when, at the end of a horror movie after the bad thing is defeated and the hero and his girl trot off into the dawn, the monster returns? That pisses me off. Why would I want to sit through a whole story to see the good guy win, if the good guy doesn't win? Shock value is all well and good, I suppose, but I always feel cheated.

Anyway, Happy Halloween everyone!

Where as they say, at some hours of the night, spirits resort

I'm completely knackered. (to put it in the British vernacular, as I am wont to do.) We went trick-or-treating from about 2:30 to 5pm. That's a long time. Even Charlie was getting tired by the end and kept saying 'that's enough trick-or-treating!' which didn't stop him from continuing to get candy however whenever we came to a house that was giving it out. He made a very cute Spiderman, and I will post photos as soon as I get them printed and on a disk.

Got to see lots of the neighborhood. That's always fun. And if one goes by lawn signs and bumper stickers, the entire population of West Collingswood is voting for Kerry. So that's nice.

Charlie got all kinds of good candy, too. Did you know that Toll House Cookies has a candy bar? I haven't opened it yet, but it seems to be a cookie dough type of a candy bar. All I can say is 'yum' and I hope Charlie doesn't notice when I eat it.

Does anyone else feel ripped off when, at the end of a horror movie after the bad thing is defeated and the hero and his girl trot off into the dawn, the monster returns? That pisses me off. Why would I want to sit through a whole story to see the good guy win, if the good guy doesn't win? Shock value is all well and good, I suppose, but I always feel cheated.

Anyway, Happy Halloween everyone!