December 10, 2000: never run from anything immortal
The ending of the movie The Last Unicorn still makes me cry.
I have no idea what it is aboutthe movie, but when the Unicorn goes back to her
shape, and she and Schmendrick are talking for the last time and she turns to
leave...something about that is just garunteed to turn on the waterworks. Even
if I've only been watching with half my attention.
Which is what I was doing today. I feel guilty because I was lazy today--I
took Chris home, did some grocery shopping, made nachos (because Chris gave me
a craving), and cleaned up the kitchen. I then did a bit of picking up, watched the last of the movie, and put up some more Christmas lights. I was actually somewhat productive, but I feel like I've spent the entire day sitting around doing nothing much.
I'm such a slacker.
Went to a company holiday party last night (and dragged Chris along) at the EMP. It was the first time I'd been there, and as i wandered around, I realized that, well, this really isn't my thing. I enjoy music, and it was interesting to see all of the stuff they've collected, but I really wasn't all that interested.
The food was good, though, and it was amusing watching other people play with the instruments. The "ride" was also amusing, even if I've only barely heard of funk and George Clinton. (I am a pop culture HEATHEN.)
I have discovered a new love.
A new, expensive love.
A new, expensive, *starchy* love.
I have fallen in love with sushi. California rolls, at least. Or were they Seattle rolls? They had cucumber and fake crab in them and they were divine. I want some more.
I think I need to round up Misha and go out for sushi. Yes. WASABI.
I am reduced to gibbering by the memory. Oh, my.
