Pills and thrills and dafodills will kill; Hang tough children.

workout - done.

Sorry for going all apeshit the other day. Hearing the mice feet was just...creepy. The whole thing is kind of exhausting. Oh, and apparently they used to have a peeping tom come around here. Nice.

Here are some nice, good things to share, so this doesn't become the complain-o-matic. I got my enamel-on cast iron 6 qt Dutch oven just in time for the dangerously cold weekend. So I hibernated all day Saturday and made a nice stew, which tastes exactly like the base for The Local's shepherd's pie. Yum. I also have a chest freezer in the basement now, so I have to load it up with goodies. I made (yeah, made) some puff pastry. Which isn't bulky, but it's nice to have on hand.

Why is everyone freaking out about Heath Ledger dying? By "everyone," I mean the media and people I know who have asked me if I heard about it. By "freaking out," I mean calling it a horrible tragedy. First of all, anyone in Hollywood dying of a drug overdose can't be THAT surprising, except someone like Meryl Streep. It most certainly is not a tragedy. It would be a tragedy if he was a perpetual do-gooder, or if he was a one time do-gooder who got killed in the process of doing good. I suppose I would allow that even if he was a nasty person, if he was an amazing talent, then that could be a tragedy. But, really? He ODed on [god knows what, I can't be arsed to pay attention] in his apartment doing nothing, and now the world will never know 10 Things I Hate About You, 2. Not. A. Tragedy.

What is a tragedy is poor grammar in a professional setting. Any setting, for that matter, but particularly when you are paid enough to know better.

posted by Diana @ 23:41