house worming

My friend Steve had a housewarming party over in the city, and I couldn't go, but i knit him a worm, a nice red one, styled after the worms from David Lynch's movie of Dune. (That Sci-Fi channel produced one sucks eggs.) I think It will go well with the Death Star Tea Cozy. Maybe i'll even get past the finishing, as it is sitting, un made-up, in my knitting basket. This is what happens when you get an idea before the last one is used up. The new idea is shiny-er and better, and must be started up right away.

Is this movie, "Stay", that i am seeing previews for, really what has become of "The Time Traveller's Wife?". It looks crappy.

"Serenity" looks like it could go either way. I'm hopeful.

"The Corpse Bride" is high on my list, but I'd need to get a babysitter, and then it's money money money, which I just ain't got right now.

My new house has been warmed, but not officially, and certainly not by worms, though there are many in the garden. I hope the former house sells. It'd be nice not to pay two mortgages and have only ten dollars at the end of the month. It takes twenty to go to the movies. And I do so like movies. But that's all i can jusitifiyably complain about, except that i can't spell jusitfyably, and I can't be bothered to look it up. Nope, you can't make me, I am simply too lazy. And the caring factor isn't there either. Typos. Typhus. Typhoon. Tantrum. Tantric.
Taun-taun.