Well, sort of. They're shooting some feel-good sports movie starring Sean "Sam Gamgee" Astin here in town. Apparently they'll need extras tomorrow again, but I'll be at work. This clearly explains why there were trailers parked on both sides of a road I cross on my way to work, impairing my line-of-sight at the two-way stop while I sit wondering if the time I pick to cross the road is the time some truck comes hurtling in from a perpendicular direction to smash poor little me and my car to bits. Not that I'm bitter about that or anything.
In other news, I got my first scam email today. I mention this only because it showed an astoundingly accurate grasp of English grammar and only used all-caps for the subject field: "KINDLY ASSIST ME, I AM AN ORPHAN"
Yeeesss. An orphan with a cool $25 million just sitting around in the bank, waiting for me to help him transfer it. Uh-huh.
Also, now that I live in an actual house, I find I get slightly different sorts of junk mail. Like a catalog from Pottery Barn. And AOL CDs. What, do they think I'm a suburban yuppie?
Oh, wait. I am.
Well, this yuppie's going down to the basement to watch something from Netflix and consider ways to not do anything this weekend.
Posted by Ardith at June 29, 2006 05:54 PM | TrackBack