I know it's silly, but I can't deny the goofy *pride* I feel in knowing that this day in history remains mine in a small way that no sane person would ever recognize, let alone celebrate! I verify every year, some more anxiously than others, that the record holds ~ and it appears ever more secure in these days of global warming. Hope I haven't just jinxed it, but even so, 20+ years with very few real threats allow my confidence to hold that it will stand uncontested for some time.

For the benefit of anyone wondering what I'm rambling about, today marks the anniversary of the coldest day in Chicago's recorded history. Colder than witch's tits in a brass bra while digging trenches in Siberia-cold. Chicago winters are the stuff of legend, and the cause of many re-locations. This was the worst of the worst ~ as bad as it's ever ever gotten. Actual temp of 27 below zero with wind chills in the minus 80 range. Everything, and I mean *everything*, was frozen solid.

Call it the proverbial "cold day in hell" or the day hell froze over ~ either works, and is just so fucking prophetic in my case that it can't help but be funny. I got married on that day, and if I'd paid just a skosh of attention to what the universe was trying so hard to tell me, I could've saved myself a world of regret and pain and tears and time. Speaks for my determination and stubbornness, I suppose.

Made for a memorable day, even aside from the wedding itself, which was just short of a slapstick comedy with all the troubles the cold provided. Doubt any of our guests have ever forgotten where they were on that day!

Honestly, I've been able to laugh about it for a long, long time already, and am embarrassed that it took so long for me to even recognize the possible correlation. Embarrassed, but *not* surprised ~ says she who once took 7 years to realize she was being hit on!

And that's a story for another post. For today, I shall reminisce fondly with my former groomsicle, whom I still love despite all and can laugh with at long last, and celebrate another year of "our" record holding.

Current Location: home
Current Mood: sleepy
Current Music: imagined purring

TiVo'd "Happy, TX" yesterday and am ever more convinced that Jeremy Northam and James share some DNA. It is even more apparent after having seen JM with dark hair (a la QM). Their facial structure is uncannily similar ~ the "knobby" chin, the angular yet full lower lip, the set of eyes and placement of eyebrows,... the nose! Northam's nose doesn't have James' tilt and is a tad thinner, and, of course, JM's cheekbones and stormy blues are incomparable, but my God! in many scenes I could squint and swear it was James onscreen! Is it JM deprivation talking or am I simply ahead of the curve on this? Or, more likely, is it old news I'm just now discovering on my own?

I'm determined to post a couple pictures in a side-by-side comparison. Until then, I can rec the film as a gay romp indeed. Both Northam and Steve Zahn are great as co-leads, although Northam deserves his top billing. Wm. H. Macy is his usual nuanced perfection. And there's a fight featuring armadillo roadkill! What's not to love!

Current Location: in my comfy chair
Current Mood: productive

Oh man. It seems to get worse every year. Being 12/17 and nary a present bought is probably my lamest performance yet. Plenty of excuses ~ some even valid. I challenge anyone who hasn't gotten a paycheck since October to see if it wouldn't put a crimp in their Christmas cheer. That said, I also haven't been real enthusiastic in putting forth the effort to plan and prepare my gifts with the full knowledge that this year would be extremely lean. To search out the extreme bargains and make the homemade stuff that would fit my means. At least I have a good green bean dish I can contribute to dinner.

J is utterly depressed and I'm often the one who must pull him out of his pillow fort of malais and get him to eat and interact with the world at large occasionally. This past week has been particularly acute with a meeting at a lawyer's office to discuss bankruptcy followed by a weekend alone while R is off tending to his own disfunctional family and talking about moving out. I suffered through Tom Hanks in The DaVinci Code last night while J drank himself to sleep. I then obsconded with the Mac and have immersed myself in period dramas today. A badly edited version of Persuasion with Ciaran Hinds and Amanda Root followed by An Ideal Husband with Rupert Everett and Jeremy Northam.

Those have gotten me in the mood for some time travel Spuffy or Wuffy. That Victorian vampire or a wet-behind-the ears William slays me ded, ded, ded every time.

Current Mood: listless
Current Music: my tum grumbling

No time like the present, right? After a satisfying weekend aboard the Queen Mary along with JM and his many, many friends, I've decided to make a bellyflop into the LiveJournal world.

All my past excuses of not having time to devote online seem so moot when compared to the people I've met who so enthusiastically and willingly share their talents & thoughts via LJ while living what appear to be fulfilling and busy real-life lives. What a concept! If they can do it, I can surely make the effort to become at the very least an appreciative audience and consumer of those who participate more actively in fandom. Says she who can barely manage to walk and breathe at the same time......

I've enjoyed being a virtual "eavesdropper" on LJ for more time than I care to admit, but only time will tell if I can make the transition to being a more active participant. I really want to, and despite my often paralyzing fear of failure, I lay myself open here for those who wish to see if I can handle it.

Current Location: at work
Current Mood: optimistic
Current Music: yeah, right.