Cooked up a quick dish last night, and the colors were great so I thought I would post a photo. Just some sautéd veggies and pasta, with a bit of shredded cheese on top. I love the quick, easy dishes.
On Friday, my sis and I caught 3:10 to Yuma, a stunningly beautiful film (shot in New Mexico, of course). Go, when you have the chance. You’ll find something you’ll like.
My sister and I went to Burke Lake in Fairfax Station yesterday for some disc golf. It’s become something of a regular pass time for us: we’ve found a couple of courses in the area, and found a map with others yesterday. In addition, we each have two discs now (no more sharing the putter!) so, I guess you could say we’re hooked.
Afterward, we watched The Brave One. I’m fairly certain that I’m not spoiling anything here. The trailer seems to reveal just about anything I could tell you, but, if you’re worried, skip this paragraph. We’re sitting in this crowded theater in Arlington, and, as Jodie Foster’s character murders people (yes, criminals and therefor Very Bad People), I’m shocked, not only at the amount of applause, but of the cheering and laughter!
An ode to Comcast:
You bring me my favorite shows
New dramas, old classics, and movies too
And although your service blows
(The guy you sent left like a thief in the night)
I’ve come to love your features
Superfast speeds and NBC’s pilots On Demand
Why then, can I ask
Do you only work right half of the time?
Comcast, when it’s working, rocks. I’ve watched the pilots for Life, Journeyman, and The Bionic Woman ((hooray Battlestar Galactica stars)), all before their premiere next week. Heading out for a bike ride this morning, and then into the city (Georgetown) to buy some yarn (with my sister) and perhaps watch another movie.
Finally, based on a highly regarded recommendation, here is an actual ode:
THOU still unravish’d bride of quietness,
Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time,
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape
Of deities or mortals, or of both,
In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?
What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?
What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?