Thursday, July 16, 2009
We've got a reviewer coming tonight and we'd love to pack the house. So...today you can purchase tickets and use the coupon code "THURSDAY" for 25% off your order. That means a student ticket at $10 is only $7.50; an adult ticket at $12 is only $9. Basically, you could recruit three friends to buy tickets and yours is free!
Monday, July 13, 2009
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Saturday, July 11, 2009
- Nicknames: Teenie, Teen, Teener Weiner, Teenie Weenie, etc.
- Zodiac Sign: Scorpio
- Favorite Fruit: strawberries
- Pepsi or Coke: Coke
- Home Town: Las Vegas
- Dream Job: High School Teacher
- Favorite TV Show: House
- Favorite Actor: The sexy one in the movie
- Justine's Aura is: azure skies-ish
- Guilty Pleasure: Gossip Girl
- Pet Peeve: Calling me teener weiner
- Weirdest Dream She Ever Had: Slimer from Ghost Busters and Mary (Jesus' mother) were in a tent that I peeked into and then Slimer chased me up a tree, wrapped me in a picnic blanket and pushed me off.
- If Justine Could Vote Off 2 Letters of the Alphabet, She Would Choose: W, because it takes too much effort when singing the alphabet song (3 syllables, really?!) and X because it's impossible to come up with words when playing Scattegories/Boggle etc
- If Justine Had to Get Rid of a Sense She would Get Rid Of: My sixth one because it's freaking me out
- Justine can't live without: food and water and neither can anybody else.
- Most Played Song in her iTunes: Dare by The Higher
- Cool Word that Rhymes with Justine: Philippine-o?
- Favorite Line From The Show: "Well roast my chestnuts and call me Albert."
Saturday, July 4, 2009
- Nicknames: Hill, Hills, Bufa
- Marital Status: Happily
- Favorite Number: 53,798,162
- Least Favorite Vegetable: Anything can taste good with enough butter and brown sugar
- Dream Job: Night Club Singer
- Favorite TV Show: SYTYCD
- Favorite Actress: Cate Blanchett
- Pet Peeve: disappointing produce - as in the produce disappoints me, not that it bothers me when I don't live up to my produce's expectations.
- In 5 years, Hillary sees herself: out for good behavior
- If Hillary could acquire one skill in one day and be a professional at it, she says it would be: well, I can pretty much do everything so...
- If Hillary had to get rid of one sense, she would get rid of: Touch. Then I would be impervious to pain which would be cool until I lost an important body part because I couldn't feel it.
- Hillary's Motto: Meh. Whatevah.
- Hillary's Patronus: A dove - I don't know why but I took that facebook test.
- Hecka or Tight: Hecka but I'm answering under duress
- Mac or PC: PC
- Favorite Season: Fall
- Favorite Line in the Show: "Is your Wookie really Bent?" (At least I think this line should be in the show.)
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
It was a clear, sunny day; only wispy thoughts of clouds passed overhead. Despite the sun, the morning was rather cool. Grace sat in the parking lot for a long time — nearly half an hour just sitting — looking at the ring on her finger. Occasionally looking up at the wrought iron staircase leading to the battered green door. Behind that door, Ben was probably still asleep. If she waited much longer, she would be late for work. The thing was, part of her didn't care.
After two minutes that felt like twenty she got out of the car and headed up the stairs. She took out her key and carefully unlocked the door, sucking in a breath as the hinges creaked. She hesitated, but heard nothing from within. She slipped in, gently pressing the door closed behind her.
Normally Ben slept sprawled across the futon, his face pressed into the mattress, arms and legs frozen in mid-flail, the covers in disarray. Today he was on his side, curled like a child, holding the blankets up under his chin. Grace shook her head. Just looking at him made her —
She turned away, pacing. Get it over with, and be quick about it, or you’ll just stand here all day. Just stand here all day, watching him sleep… Grace rubbed at her eyes. Was this what her life was going to be from now on?
The wedding was just weeks away. They had been to the King County courthouse, had done all the paperwork, had picked up the license. A single sheet of paper that gave them permission to marry within the state of Washington. A single page, thin and delicate; even slight pressure would crumple it. A single match would make it disappear in moments. How could such a fragile thing hold so much weight?
Kneeling beside the futon, Grace let out a breath that gently rustled Ben’s hair.
“Hi,” she said. “This is probably a little ridiculous, but I just need to say…” She sat back on her heels. What? What did she need to say? Leaning her cheek on one hand, she reached out with the other, smoothing his hair between her fingers.
Instinctively his hand moved up and met hers, tucking it possessively under his chin.
Grace smiled for a moment, then bit her lip. Her eyes clouded over and she could feel a familiar tightening in her throat.
“I have to go,” she said. “I’m sorry. I just — I have to — ” She stood suddenly, pulling her hand away. Ben did not move, and Grace fled into the sunshine.
*** *** ***
It was past one when Ben finally awoke. His eyes were dry, their lids like sandpaper. A familiar scent was in his nostrils; perhaps from a dream? Perhaps not. He pulled himself to a sitting position.
“Gracie?” He looked around. Nope; he was alone. His shoulders slumped a bit; it was always a welcome thing to wake up with Grace close by. It wouldn’t be long till it was a regular occurrence. He stretched and glanced at the clock. Yikes. He should probably check in with — Where was his phone? Usually with his wallet, which today was —
Something bright caught his eye. His gaze moved to the door, and he saw his phone and wallet sitting on the table beside it. He stood and crossed to the door, reaching for the phone. But his hand stopped suddenly, hovering just a moment over the table top.
On the corner of the table was a folded piece of paper labeled “Ben” in a familiar hand. With it was a key and a ring set with a modest solitaire.
He had the strangest sensation in his chest: like it was packed with cotton, draining all the fluid away, blood and water and bile, so that all that was left were his organs, dry and brittle to the touch. It was suddenly hard to breathe. He didn’t touch any of it, the ring or the note. He just turned and went back to bed.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
- Nicknames: Mattypants
- Eye Color: lovely shade of hazel
- Zodiac Sign: Libra
- Pepsi or Coke: Dr. Pepper
- Dream Job: Zoo Keeper
- Is Pluto a Planet?: It always will be to me
- Matt's Aura is: Blue?
- Pet Peeve: Not sayin', cause if you know it, you'll do it.
- Weirdest Dream: It involved a trip to Ireland, a talking horse, and a herd of velociraptors.
- If Matt had a million dollars and had to spend it in a month, he'd: Buy an elephant and a storage shed to keep it in.
- If Matt could vote off two letters of the alphabet, he'd vote off: J and K just so no one could say "JK!"
- If Matt had to get ride of one sense, he would get rid of his: sense of impending doom. I don't think I need to explain why.
- Matt's Motto: Don't panic
- Matt's Patronus: Puma
- Hecka or Tight: Hecka, fo sho.
- Morning or Night: Night please
- Favorite Season: Fall of 2003
- Favorite Line in the Show: "I think the croutons have gone south."
Friday, June 26, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Kweesh, Doggie, William Wallace Macgregor III
All of them. Seriously.
Least Favorite Vegetable:
Can't say. I like 'em all. It's like asking me to pick a least favorite son or daughter.
Favorite TV Show:
Is Pluto a Planet:
If it's not, all I believed as a child would be destroyed
Will's Aura is:
Light brown, almost gold, with a beam of sunshine and a white spot
When people don't take 10 seconds out of their lives to put the shopping cart back in the cart return. Come on people, let's make the bagger's life easier.
In 5 years, Will sees himself:
teaching film in high school, one baby, and hopefully a wife along with that
Weirdest Dream He's Had:
I had this one dream when Billy Joel came and sang Piano man whilst playing a guitar from Guitar Hero. Then Jen physically assaulted me and a lady shoved cheese down my throat and I thought I was going to choke to death but an army man tackled me.
What's a Cool Word that Rhymes with William:
McWilliam (thank you ChaCha)
If Will could have a superhero power, it would be:
Beatboxing like Courtney
Will's Motto is:
The ultimate perhaps the last freedom is the right and power to decide within how anyone or anything outside ourselves will effect us.
Hecka or Tight:
Favorite Line in the Show:
No more cheese, please -
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Ben’s palms were sweating. It felt like he was wiping them down his trousers every two minutes. He couldn’t remember ever sweating this much in his life. At least it was dark in the theatre. He kept checking his jacket pocket, to make sure the box was still there. Ugh, if he lost it… Mom would kill him, for starts. Who knew what Gracie would do.
He glanced over at her; she was looking up at the screen, completely enthralled. There was even a slight smile on her face; it was a good smile, one of his favorites, not at all self-conscious; in fact, she probably didn’t even know she was smiling at all.
As if she knew what he was thinking, her left hand crept into his. He looked at it, brushing her fingers lightly with his thumb. Part of him wanted to just put the ring on. It’d be so much easier here, in the quiet dark. But what if she said no? I’m such a mess, God. She is totally going to say no.
Grace turned her hand, interlacing her fingers with his so their palms touched, her forearm resting atop his. What do I do if she says no?
*** *** ***
After the film, Grace asked, “What did you think?”
His mind was a blank. “Um,” he said.
“Did you fall asleep?”
“Then what did you think?”
His palms were going again, so he balled his hands into fists and shoved them into the pockets of his jacket; the knuckles of his left hand bumped against the box.
“I don’t know,” he said. Lame. He wanted to bang his head against something. “I wasn’t watching the movie,” he said, finally. “I — I was watching you watching the movie.”
He didn’t know what her reaction was; he was too embarrassed to check it. After a moment she put her arm through his, and they continued walking. It was a Friday night, and the megaplex had been crowded; the Jeep was parked on the far edge of the lot. Just past the asphalt was a sudden drop, a hillside that rolled down to sprawling, undeveloped acres of brush and scrub oak.
“What did you think?” he asked.
“About the movie? It was all right.”
“Just all right?”
It was a little — I don’t know. Easy for him. He just asked her, you know? Just proposed, like ‘please pass the salt.’ Totally out of nowhere. No spark.”
He shifted on his feet. Tried leaning against the door of the Jeep to look cool, but realized too late the angle was bad and that his knees were too bent. She cocked her head at him, and he stood up. “My back is — you know,” he said.
“Are you feeling okay?”
“Sure. Yeah. Peachy. Today was a good day.”
“Because you seem a little — ”
“Do you think it was easy, really? For him to propose?”
“It seemed that way. I mean, it didn’t seem to mean much to him. Like he was going to be fine whether she said yes or no.”
Ben rubbed his forehead. “Huh. I guess that makes sense.”
She was next him, her hand on his arm. “You’re flushed.”
He swallowed, and it felt like he was eating dust. “I think the curry was a bad choice.”
“We should get you home — ”
“No. I mean — I have to ask you something, and I just — ” His breath stopped, and something in him gurgled. Literally. “Oh, that’s not good.”
He turned too quickly, tripping over the low cement barrier and flying headlong down the grassy incline.
“Ben! Are you okay?”
His chin stung from skidding across the grass, and his shoulders and knees were not happy. Slowly he pulled himself to his feet. He half-ran, half-stumbled toward a clump of bushes where he leaned over and vomited. Great, that’s just great. He stood there for a minute, his back slightly bent, his hands on knees.
He didn’t want to turn around. If he had been a mess before, he didn’t know what to call this.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I just — ” He straightened up and without thinking his hand went to his pocket. The box was gone. Oh, no. He patted himself down. Where the — ? He turned to look the way he had come.
Grace was standing at the bottom of the incline. The box was in her hand, and it was open, the modest solitaire winking at him.
“Oh, good,” he said. “I thought I had lost that.”
“It’s lovely,” she said.
“It’s yours, if you want it,” he said. “It was supposed to be a surprise. I don’t know how to do this but — ”
“Yes,” she said. She was smiling, just a little. That sweet, almost smile.
“Yes?” he repeated. “Do you mean…?”
Sunday, June 14, 2009
"Well, I was going to rub it, but you ran away." -Heidi