I know, I know
Yes, I haven't posted for a while - my son had a show to rehearse for which was pretty intensive, then we took sailing lessons at Lake Crabtree, which I highly recommend. $60 for six hours of lessons (even though one of the instructors was not that great, one of those pretty jocks).
I love this Edinburgh link - I miss it so much, especially during the Festival. Even though it's jam-packed with tourists, there is so much energy and things to do and see. It seems like every church hall or meeting room has some kind of performance in it. It can be hit or miss, but I think that's part of the fun.
Someone blotted their copybook. With a big old splash of testosterone.
This is a strange story about foreign accent syndrome. It's interesting to think how much of your identity is in your voice. And does this mean that we all have the capacity to mimic other accents, we just need to short-circuit some synapse or other to do it?
Another of those people who I thought had already died aeons ago has died.
The Fall fashions are awfully familiar. Leggings, big sweaters, ankle boots, lots of black - what I wore during my twenties pretty much.
Here's fourteen(?) sexy sex scenes. I'm missing out because I've only seen five of them, and I have no desire to see Tom Cruise in a sex scene ever again, because it is just too ludicrous. The one in History Of Violence, where you actually get to see a man giving as well as getting oral sex - good fucking god.