[noun]
Latin: the land beyond the forest. A region and former province in central Romania: formerly part of Hungary. 24,027 sq. mi.

This scene is from one of my favorite TV shows, Roswell.
I once polished the lids of the salt and pepper shakers on the table at Denny's for 40 minutes while bantering with a guy. This scene with Michael, Maria, and the sugar shakers reminds me of it...vaguely...my exchange didn't end this way of course. But boy would I love to have somebody grab me like this and cover for it by saying "that was to calm you down." Especially if it was Michael Guerin. Or Max Evans. Hmm. Either or. ; ) Hahaha



Why is it always so fun to hear that furry guy laugh? "Words! Words! Words!"
I didn't expect to like Australia very much, but surprise--it could be my new favorite. Mom, Dad, Grandma and I all went out to see it yesterday and we ALL loved it. So no, it's not just me. And yeah--you need to see this. I want to watch this again. And again. And again. Over and over and over. Combine Man From Snowy River with Titanic and To Kill a Mocking Bird. That might sound odd, but really, that's what this is. Oh, and the soundtrack (which I usually care about more than anything) was extraordinary. I'm fervently awaiting my chance to see this again. "Again, please!"

A scientist named Wilson A. Bentley used his own revolutionary technique to study individual snowflakes, capture and record their images. He discovered most of what we know today about snowflakes, including what makes them look the way they do. He wrote: 



I figured out how to post videos and I'm gonna post trailers for all those BBC things I gushed about. Here's a look at Cranford.
"We are no longer merely neighbors. We are friends."

I had to have Rodeo Queen hair for a cowboy dance in Christmas Around the World. This was what my hair looked like just after taking it out of hot rollers (before I brushed it into a huge voluminous mess). Remember it ladies and gentlemen, cause you may never see me with curls again. SURPRISE! And I don't know what I was doing with my lip. Something non-smiley I guess.












Ah, sweet-A Capella-choirs, how I love thee. Especially when you sing songs written by Eric Whitacre. Bliss, lazy smiles, and soothing peace. *sigh* Eric Whitacre is a choral and winds composer, graduate of UNLV and Julliard. I mention UNLV because that's where he first sang in a choir (a girl dragged him in to audition) and he suddenly developed a great talent for contemporary composition. His work always has TIGHT TIGHT TIGHT TIGHT harmonies, usually of more than a dozen parts. We're talking SSSSAAAAATTTTTBBBBB songs. Forget normalcy, and bask in the world of Whitacre.




