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October 28, 2005
beard? check. short? check. surly for having been stared at? check.
ok, so, for the last few weeks, I've been trying my darndest to enjoy "Threshold" - you know, the whole "bunch of scientists quarantined by the FBI to secretly prevent the world from being taken over by aliens" show?
You'd think I'd love this show, what with me loving the X-Files and Numb3rs (although the 3=E thing bugs the shit out of me - like when the Jackson Five called themselves the Jackson 5ive and I'm all "five-ive? that doesn't make any sense") and CSI and all those other crime and sci fi shows.
but no. it's just too plodding and the bad guys are just not . . . interesting and I've been railing to anyone who'd listen that the only reason I watch it anymore is to see how they'll frame the shots with Peter Dinklage in, because, well, when you have a room full of five-foot-and-over people and one not-five-foot guy, you have to be creative with everything, because no one is going to buy a two-shot in which the dwarf is suddenly the same height as the non-dwarf...etc. There's only so many 'Peter sits at really-high desk on stool, everyone stands around him" things you can frame up, so it's been entertaining, at least, from that angle.
unfortunately, no other aspect of the show is interesting enough to keep my interest, not even the whole "hey! is that Data? he's old! cool!" thing.
So, anyway, Dinkles has been on my mind, vaguely.
This said, I was standing on Michigan yesterday, waiting for my fiancée (pronounced, as we all know, FEEE-ahns) to join me, and I heard some guy half-singing "bump bup booooow" or something weird like that. so I look up from my book (y'all know I don't walk, wait, or ride without a book by now, right?) and there's Peter Dinklage, with some hott girl, looking in a shop window.
Of COURSE I stare, right, because, well, FAMOUS PERSON in the MIDWEST, people. but, remember, the reason I looked over was to identify the weirdo who is doing that bizarre half-singing thing.
so, I just know that I have this half-"hey! famous person!"-half-"what's with the weird singing?" face on when he LOOKS RIGHT AT ME. he looks away, and I look back to my book, and when he and his companion walk past me, he stares at me, hard, like I'm the biggest asshole in the world for staring at a dwarf, who deserves to walk on Michigan just like me, without being stared at.
and, although I give a half-smile and go back to my book, I'm all conflicted.
because, well, I feel like an asshole for staring at the dwarf. but, seriously. he's FAMOUS and he's in CHICAGO and he was doing that singing-thing and how weird is it that he turns up in person after I'd been talking about him all month?
and wouldn't it be embarrassing if I was mistaken and it wasn't Peter and I was totally just staring at some anonymous midwestern dwarf or something?
Posted by Heather at 10:05 AM | Comments (3)
October 24, 2005
About This Past Sunday....
So, I've been trying to figure out how to blog about this, all morning.
I could tell you the story, but I think, in this case, a picture is worth a thousand words.
so, let me share a picture of what the gentlemanfriend gave me yesterday:
we're so excited!
Posted by Heather at 11:26 AM | Comments (9)
October 14, 2005
what I want for christmas.
yes, I know it's a few months until xmas but I thought I'd give y'all a head start. . .
I mean, seriously. what could be better than tivo on the go?
(other than having a gazillion dollars and no one to spend it on but the neice, the gentlemanfriend, and the piratewench, of corpse....)
Posted by Heather at 05:13 PM | Comments (3)
October 08, 2005
I am the Auntie-Heather!
Ladies and Gentlemen, I introduce to you, my niece, Alexis Anne.
and here's her dashing uncle Mac:
everything went very very smoothly and mommy and baby are just fine and the whole family is crazy excited. so far no fistfights have broken out over who gets to hold her yet, but I will keep y'all posted.
Posted by Heather at 08:32 PM | Comments (6)
October 06, 2005
obsessive television watcher
yes, I know, I'm a total buffoon for laughing out loud while watching Gilmore Girls (while the gentlemanfriend surfs the web on the other side of the living room, shaking his head and laughing at me).
and I know I'm even goonier for searching the television listings to find "alan cumming" and "penn jillette" and even "cillian murphy" from time to time.
but today, I'm blogging about how beautiful Janeane Garofalo looked on West Wing last Sunday. (I only just now saw the most recent episode on my tivo)...
she's tiny. she's a brunette again. she's a perfect choice for a long-term guest character on this show. every time she's on screen, she's just....pure awesome. seriously, her delivery is perfect. her facial expresssions priceless.
she's so radiant, she even manages to get me to tear my eyes away from jimmy smits when they share a scene.
I have nothing coherent to say, so I guess I'll just go re-wind the episode and fast forward to her first scene, again...
gush..
Posted by Heather at 10:58 AM | Comments (3)