A giant mechanical spider named La Princesse has begun to move around Liverpool, as part of the city's Capital of Culture celebrations.
As part of Liverpool's Biennial Arts festival, a copse of trees has been planted, but the trees move in an unexpected way.
Oh, that's right, because I live waaay across the Pond. And I'm going to Japan Monday, which will likely take me westward, in the completely opposite direction.
Perhaps I could persuade the fine folks at Delta to make a "short detour?" I wanna see the spider!
In other news, I'm doing well.
I got my hair coloured yesterday. She dyed it BROWN. This will not do. So she then proceeded to turn me into a brilliantly red-headed ANIME GIRL! YIIIII! I suppose it's fitting for my trip to Japan, anyway. It's so red, it's almost purple. This will help me in my job hunt, right?
Auditions for Jane Eyre are Sunday and Monday evenings. I leave at 5 AM Monday for Japan. Which may make me the worst Assistant Director ever, but c'est la vie.
Speaking of la vie, my French lessons (hooray Rosetta Stone!) have been going quite well, but I'm taking a break at the moment to learn tourist Japanese (hooray, Berlitz!). If I won me the lottery, I would buy every Rosetta Stone and learn 'em all.
I'm surprised more people aren't talking about the new, improved O.J. Simpson trial:
Oh, and in funnier news...
Feds will continue selling a stamp that directs consumers to a phone sex hotline because they say it would be too costly to reprint them.
Approximately 3.5 million stamps sold by the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service were supposed to include a phone number to purchase the current Migratory Bird Conservation and Hunting edition, the Minneapolis Star Tribune reported. Instead of the correct phone number – 1-800-STAMP24 – the printers substituted the word "STAMP" with "TRAMP."
The number directs dialers to a service called "Intimate Connections," where callers are warned that they are required to be older than 18 to continue.
OK, I'm off to eat some crab, drink some Guinness and learn some stastitical whatchamathingy about high-vaccuum technology. Yeah, my life is weird.