rebecca_in_blue | Rebecca runs off to hurl herself in the Thames.

Hallelujah, we finally got some rain in the last few days! I was actually excited to see it. And that I live in Louisiana and am excited about rain gives you an idea of how dry it's been this summer. I also (finally) got my prompts in from ncis_ficathon. It's for a pairing that I would never usually write -- which, of course, is bound to happen when you don't ship anyone -- but I think I can do it if I make some altercations to one of my works-in-progress. I'm glad now I waited to publish it.

Exactly halfway through the day yesterday, my throat got sore and my nose started running. By the end of the day, my nose was a faucet and my throat was on fire! Ugh! So I took some medicine and crawled into bed to recuperate, not dragging myself out until this afternoon when I went to see X-Men: First Class again, this time with Sara. This time we got there early enough to see the previews, and boy, did they suck mightily. But Sara's sarcastic commentary cracked me up, especially:

Emma Frost: Where's your telepath friend?
Magneto: He's gone.
Sara: We broke up.
Magneto: He's left a void in my life.
Sara: And in my bed!

Adam and I are considering writing a crackfic to X-Men 3 (a truly awful movie that you can read my opinion of here). The other night, Adam showed me a video review of X-Men Origins: Wolverine, making fun of how awful it was, and I pointed out that Wolverine spends virtually the entire movie in a sleeveless white t-shirt.

Me: Do you think he has a closet full of them, like how Taylor Swift has a closet full of sparkly gold dresses?
Adam: Who's Taylor Swift?
Me: What?
Adam: Is he a singer, or something?
Me: Taylor Swift! Come on, you know! Mine? Fearless? Love Story? Fifteen? You Belong With Me?
Adam: *staring at me blankly*
[In his defense, he's a guy and most of her listeners are women, but still, seriously, how do you not know Taylor Swift?]

Yesterday I had an encounter with a person I went to high school (ugh, uncomfortable) and discovered that with some friends-and-relations, Grandma is somehow better at keeping up with their news than I am, even though I have a Facebook page and she doesn't even know what Facebook is.

P.S. I am thinking about joining Big Brothers Big Sisters.