skorts!

Thelma and Louise has been in heavy rotation on my cable system lately, so I've been watching bits and pieces of it on and off the last few weeks. Today I actually sat down and watched the last hour and a half or so in one sitting and, well. So that's what all the fuss was about! Holy crap, that was an excellent movie. I say that in a way that's devoid of any real critical or intellectual thought. All I know is that I got that funny feeling in the pit of my stomach when I'm watching or reading something that moves, surprises, and impresses me all at once. It doesn't happen often and whenever it does I just canNOT shut up about it. I spent the rest of the night trying to talk to my parents about it, and since they had seen and talked about the movie when it came out, oh, fifteen years ago, they weren't as eager to go on and on and on about it as I was. They were ready to lock me out of the house by the end of the night.

Also: Brad Pitt? Wow.

I also appear to have started watching Stargate for some strange reason. As of now have only seen, like, five episodes and don't quite understand most of the intergalactic goings on. But. MacGyver! And Scully's Dad! It kind of reminds me of seaQuest, only not as bad. You could say that about almost every science fiction show, though.

Yesterday while driving to the mall with my mother, I issued an unjustified rude hand gesture. I still feel guilty. I thought this SUV was ignoring our expressed need to switch lanes via blinking turn signal when, in reality, said turn signal was out. I had forgotten this fact, so when we couldn't slide over easily, I gave the SUV driver and passengers (including a small child in the backseat who I did not see until I'd already pumped my fist a few times) the finger in the most emphatic fashion. I realized the broken turn signal thing about two seconds after the I'm Sorry hand wave became impossible, since the SUV had gunned their engine to spare the small child in the backseat any further vulgarity, I'd guess. This is why you shouldn't flip people off. An additional cautionary tale: the only time my mother issued a flip-off while driving ended with her realizing mid-gesture that the driver she was waving at was her boss.

Molly the cat is currently curled up on her side in the most adorable way on the bed next to me. I can't express how cute she is, but I will try: So! Cute!

Other accomplishments yesterday: Dropped waaaay too much money at a series of stores on clothes I don't really need. I did need the sandals I got, but beyond that? Totally unnecessary purchases. But. Black pants! How can a person resist nice black pants reduced sixty per cent? And a nice white blouse on clearance? These are fashion must-haves! Right?

The other items purchased were so not fashion must haves. They were more fashion really want to haves. The two items I am most excited over: SKORTS! That was not a typo. I totally bought two shorts that look like skirts, a.k.a. skorts. They are so fantastic, and by fantastic, I mean most likely hideously unfashionable. After I'd picked up my two skorts to try on in the dressing room, I walked to another section of the store and watched -- this is not an exaggeration -- four senior citizens descend upon the table of clothes I'd just left. I have a sinking feeling that the clothes I bought are totally over-seventy swinging single cruise wear, people. But honestly? I don't really care that much! Because they are so incredibly comfortable! Shorts! That look like skirts! All the way around!

As with most foolish clothing purchases, they had little to do with the person I am and more with the person I'd like to be, namely, a person who plays golf. The Jess who plays golf would wear skorts on the course. And I am determined to play golf! Determined! Some people would take lessons or go to the driving range -- I buy a wardrobe. Different strokes and all that (and dude, totally did not see the pun there till after I'd run the spell check).

Bedtime