Today your host has magically transformed into a four-year-old.

Things I want now:

• The tenth Jordan book. What's it called? I don't think I even noticed in my attack of covetousnessness in the bookshop yesterday. But I wants it, precious. Now. (And I would have had it, too, but for that pesky Male restraining me forcibly by the wallet.)
  
• To start my course. I'm all enrolled and I'm doing Novel and Short Story and Editing and I wanna start it. Now.

On the upside, went to the movies last night. We saw 8 Mile, which was pretty good for a sports movie. And don't tell me it ain't a sports movie because if Eminem was, say, playing golf instead of rapping, then that movie would be Tin Cup. But it was good. Fun. Great production design, nice cinematography, not bad performances and scripts and things. And the rapping was fun, too. Eminem has a purty mouth, too. How does anyone take him seriously as a badboy rapper with that cherubic little pout?

Anyway, the point is that this is another year of Geek. Posters in the foyer for Matrices 2 and 3, and for X2 (quiver). Preview for Daredevil. And me sitting there grinning happily and remembering that we're probably going to have another Spiderman sometime soon, and then there's Return of the King this Christmas (yawp!) and...

Yeah. It's a good time to be a geekharlot.

(I hate being out of touch. Another thing I'd like right now is for gilmae to be better. But I guess I'm just going to have to wait for that. Oh well, I can be all random at him in the meantime, I suppose.)