somehow i forgot to actually submit an entry this weekend, although i wrote one up as such. *shrug* good intentions never build the eisel, change the bulb, or teach the cats portuguese. nope.

how could i not want to go see underworld? i do not expect good, you see, but dark and tight and meow - the plot is irrelevant.

on the topic of irrelevant, i have been torturing myself with extrememakeovers lately. i watch barely any tele, but that show is a horror film freak show in progress. i view and wince and ponder how many of their extreme options went grotesquely and irreversibly wrong...although since the merciful and generous doctors made a deal with the network for positive advertisement, not the undercover and covert truth, they will only show the successful stories and the surgery details which sliced and diced these people to beauty. it is interesting and i hold my breath, cringing and writhing underneath my blanket of warmth and purring fur.

...not that i am against physical manipulation of the body whether it be through needles, scalpels or ...um...exercise - it is that i am aware how such things can backfire...

even with the best intentions.