I can watch movies & work on Grandma's quilt. The quilt is one that my great grandma Stelzig (who I never met) started piecing together, and my grandma Stelzig finished it, but it never got quilted, so I am doing all the quilting by hand. I'm about 1/4 of the way done. My mom has the silly idea that she will get it back when it is done. Hee hee. I don't think so!
E.T. came out on dvd yesterday! I don't think I've seen this movie since Halloween night, 1982. I think it just may be on the agenda for tomorrow.
Lawrence of Arabia is at the Heights theatre. I just may have to talk HellBob into going sometime this weekend. Can you believe I've never seen it? I think I definately need to experience it for the 1st time on big screen. I try to do that whenever there is a classic that I've not seen. I saw Citizen Kane for the first time on a big screen, and Casablanca, and Apocolypse Now. It kind of helps to make up for the fact that I missed out for so long.
Got a really cute joke:
DIARY OF A CAT
DAY 752 - My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another houseplant.
DAY 761 - Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded, must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair...must try this on their bed.
DAY 762 - Slept all day so that I could annoy my captors with sleep depriving, incessant pleas for food at ungodly hours of the night.
DAY 765 - Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was... Hmmm. Not working according to plan
DAY 768 - I am finally aware of how sadistic they are. For no good reason, I was chosen for the water torture; however, this time it included a burning, foamy chemical called "shampoo." What sick minds could invent such a liquid? My only consolation is the piece of thumb still stuck between my teeth.
DAY 771 - There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event; however, I could hear the noise and smell the foul odor of the glass tubes they call "beer." More importantly I overheard that my confinement was due to MY power of "allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage...
DAY 774 - I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The bird, on the other hand, has got to be an informant. He has mastered their frightful tongue (something akin to mole speak) and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room, his safety's assured. But I can wait, it is only a matter of time...