1. My sister and I saw Prometheus last weekend. I’m not a sci-fi fan, but her birthday, her rules, so she picked the movie. I’ll give it 3 out of 5 stars. That’s actually quite good considering it’s coming from a person whose idea of a good sci-fi movie is Spaceballs.
2. I love me some raunchy humor. I’m reading “Are You There, Vodka? It’s Me, Chelsea.” by Chelsea Handler, and I cannot stop laughing. Seriously. Physically impossible. It’s hilarious. Go read it. Now.
3. I hate Adele. She may have been okay once upon a time, but our local Top 40 radio station (the only station I’ve ever been able to pick up inside my office) has played her to the point that I have to fight the urge to slit my wrists every time I hear her. (This is exactly why I have satellite radio in my car!) My employees always laugh at me because I will always stop what I’m doing to walk to the radio and turn it off any time one of her songs come on. Well, I had enough this week. I have now moved the radio. I’ve taken it into the back of the work area and carefully balanced it on the edge of one of the work tables, run the wire antenna up the wall and tied it to a metal rod over the window. Yes, it looks like crap and it may very well end up getting knocked off the table and broken, but for now I can listen to classic rock, so it’s totally worth the risk.