Greetings from San Diego.
I want to marry the weather here. Everything is better. Including the weeds.
Lilies are the weeds in my mom’s backyard. She didn’t plant them. They’re just growing all over the place. (Is that Instagram picture better, Miss Picky Pants?)
I made it here uneventfully. Unless you count the part where I missed my connecting flight in LA because my first flight landed 5 minutes before the connection was scheduled to leave. About 8 of us missed it, so you’d think American would delay their flight for that many people. I mean, they had no problem with the first flight leaving 30 minutes late. Jerks.
While scrunched in the center seat for 5 hours, I read Volume 5 and 6 of Walking Dead. That crap is getting seriously awesome and surprisingly graphic. Michonne is one crazy-ass character (she’s the chic in the cloak at the end of Season 2). I cannot wait for next season.
I had a Diet Coke on the flight.
Coke Light? Whaaa? Is this a new thing? It tasted just like Diet Coke. Are they changing the name?
Then I watched Tower Heist, the in-flight movie.
I felt like I should just finish the movie since I was trapped on a plane and the TVs were in my face, but I’m fairly certain I would have turned that crap off after an hour if I were watching it at home.
I think the sun has set on me and Ben Stiller’s relationship. I used to love him and think he was hilarious. I would see ALL of his movies. Now, I can’t stand him unless he’s doing a Tom Cruise impression. What happened to us, Ben?
Love or hate Ben Stiller? (I gotta stick with his old school stuff like Reality Bites and Cable Guy. Ok, I loved Tropic Thunder too.)