Lots of Monkeys

Has to be when Han Solo and Princess Leia are in the hallway in the Millenium Falcon. She’s working on a stubborn part. He comes behind her and she reacts as if he’s hitting on her. Which he is. Then there’s a good bit of dialogue about scoundrels, dirty hands, nice men, and then a kiss. Oh man. Yeah. That’s smooth, right there.

Smartass = Me

“Hey, I just found a file that combines two of my most favorite things in the whole world!”
“Belly dancing and your wife?”
. . .
“Okay, this file combines two other of my most favorite things in the world.”

I should be asleep.

But reading the damn weather report’s too damn amusing.

And everything is. Nisa, Quix, thanks. I’d mention other people but they don’t have reliable ‘net handles. I may not have spoken to you today, but I’d like to thank you. I’d also like to send a shout out to Bob, in purchasing.

Eight pieces of veggie sushi and a bottle laced with glycerol ester of wood rosin later–nothing’s completely resolved, but I do have a better handle on this whole, “episode.” And once again, something has been learned.

Time for me to make some phone calls. It’s time for a little videogaming tonight.