So, I just watched a new TV movie about Anne Frank. My first thought was that it would be depressing as frak and it would make me want to kill myself. Not good. But then I watched it. It was depressing. Fortunately, I still want to remain living.
It was actually really good.
On a completely unrelated note,* I’m almost finished re-watching all of Battlestar. Seriously. One or two more episodes, and then BAM.
After that? Well… to paraphrase the first sentence of the Sacred Scrolls, I have watched Battlestar before, and I will watch it again.
I have a problem.
So the other day, I was talking about how awesome it would be to carry a knife around your ankle like Kara Thrace, and Thea was like, “Oh, I’ve carried a knife around before.”
Thea: Yup. At school a few years ago.
Me: You carried a knife around at school?
Thea: It’s fine, Daisy. It’s not like I stabbed anyone.
Me: What kind of knife? A pocketknife? A Swiss Army-
Thea: A steak knife.
Thea: I carried around a steak knife.
Me: When was this?
Thea: Third grade.
Me: Where the frak did you keep a steak knife, in your backpack?
Thea: No. In my pocket.
Ruth: You carried a steak knife around in your pocket?
Thea: It poked me a lot.
Oh, by the way, if you’re reading this and you’re a cop, Thea is not a criminal. She likes knives, but she’d never cut someone with one. She’s a good citizen, for the most part.
Unawesome: peeple hoo spel liek this 😦
*Or, as my lovely mother would say, APON (short for apropos of nothing.)