Some Kind of Monster

Some kind of monster. I think it describes everything so well. It's like a catch all and thank you, James Hetfield, for my new favorite saying. The new Metallica documentary was great. Even if you are not a big fan of them, I think it would be good movie. It's amazing to see a band, around for 20 years, having to go through therapy, rehab, and some other amazing transformations to be able to continue their journey. Being in a band seems very much like marriage. When you stop working at it, it usually falls apart. You wake up one morning and realize you have no clue who these people are you spend most of your life with. Crazy. Well, all that and there is something totally sexy about James's snarly demeanor, goatee, rough skin and blue eyes. For being a dark whitie, I always seem to like them Aryan.

Some Kind of Monster also describes what seems to have invaded our computer, thank you Dell. Because although the system did not crash (this time) everything is VERY PICKY about what it will or won't run, what I can and cannot view. Awesome. I LOVE computers.

Lilah is also, today anyway, some kind of monster. We are currenly having a battle of the wills over her being able to bark at the Mailman. I am so over it. Its like a normal dog thing and all, but I can't stand it anymore. I want quiet, and I will get it.

In Other News:
For all of you out there and counting, I am 39 weeks preggers today. Every day is a wait and see game. I have another check-up tomorrow, and my Mum comes out here on Friday if nothing happens before then. (and I don't think it will). Closer.

Sleestacks, I listened to The Killers. I dig the kinda 80s euro vibe. At points Duran Duran, The Cure, The Smiths and like some new wave thrown in for good measure. Song #4 is my fav so far. Word.

On that note, -over and out-