rotk tomorrow

dad: cim, you may not be happy to hear this, but we're going to ROTK with the science fiction club. [they know i dislike the club, aka tisfis, because of huge number of crashing bores who never shut up.]
me, thinking: well it's not like the premiere will be in more than one place at once so i can't avoid them... oh well. i don't have to sit with mom and dad.
me: no, it's okay.
mom: you still want to go?
me: yes.
...
minutes pass.
...
me (reading /friends): omg, rotk is tomorrow!
mom: no, it's wednesday.
me: right, but it's at midnight which means that it is the end of tomorrow.
mom: ...oh!
dad: no! we're not going to THAT showing.
me: ...
dad: we're going later.
me: so wait. you're having a big PARTY, a group gathering, of the SCIENCE FICTION CLUB, to go to the premiere and you're not going to the premiere?
dad (defensively): well, people don't want to stay up that late.*

*footnote for the concerned: he and i will still go. and then again in the evening with writer!andy'n'sydney and big!gay!andy and the annoying folks. lillian threw a tantrum earlier tonight because she claimed dad and i would laugh at inappropriate moments. 'we didn't do that until after we'd read the very secret diaries,' said dad patiently, and mom replied, 'yeah, but you'll still find something to laugh at.'

hundred best and worst movies meme

but this isn't the list i've seen before. singin' in the rain in the forties? only two hitchcocks, only two kubricks? and the lotr films are great, but fotr is no way #4.

( best (25) )

( worst (4) )

has any of y'alls' little sister ever...

+taken and used your hairbrush until it was liberally sprinkled with her hair, even though she does not frequently wash her hair*?
+denied it when confronted and even claimed the hair in the brush was not hers when she is the family member with her hair color?
+later taken up said habit again, perhaps when you go out of town for a bit, so that when you come back your brush is lying on the counter completely covered, clogged, with someone else's hair, more of it than you'd ever let build up if it was yours?

...so that's just me then?

*because she loses everything. including her hairbrush. and her flute for school which cost like $300. at least it wasn't an oboe.

p.s.:
lillian: [whining] i got this pine needle in my finger, and then i got it in again, and then i got it in my thumb when i tried to take it out! so i got stabbed three times! those things are sharp! and they're hard to get out BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH.
dad: i guess you know now why they're called pine needles, and not pine tennis balls.

[drama wherein lillian demands to know what he said and it is eventually repeated]

mom: [laugh]
lillian: [whining] STOOOP IIIIIIIT! you guys are really mean! i'm going to blah blah BLAH BLAH BLAH
me: i'm going to never be able to remember that you're twelve and am going to be telling everyone you're four when they ask.
mom: [who incredibly thinks that despite 9 year difference my irritation with l's embarrassing behavior is actually sibling rivalry] and then YOU can tell THEM that she's four!
lillian: I'M going to tell them that you're forty-six and have never had a job!
me, thinking: please, let the holidays be over, so i can go back to texas.