Can you believe it? I, the girl who never wanted a blog, am now in the process of writing my 200th post. It seems like there should be bells and whistles and maybe a prize for the first commentor - like maybe one of the 1200 copies of Dracula that I seem to have amassed since writing that one paper back in grad school. I'm telling you, tell one person you're doing research on vampire folklore and next thing you know, you're receiving copies of Bram Stoker for every birthday and Christmas for the rest of your life. I had them all weeded out at one time, but the collection has somehow grown again. I swear the book seems to reproduce on its own, siring new copies in an out of the way corner of my bookshelf under the cover of darkness.
It really is a great story, even if the 1992 movie version would have gotten me kicked out of the cheap seats at the Hollywood for laughing too hard, if Jen and MQ hadn't been there to kick me. And really, it's not my fault that Gary Oldman's wig when he is old man Dracula looks like he's wearing some manner of hot crossed buns or cinnamon rolls on his head. That he at one point lets out a mournful cry at one point that clearly was meant to be something else, but sounds like he is yelling "bliiiiiiiiiiintz" at the top of his lungs does exactly not help with the laughter control. As you can see, it really wasn't my fault.
So, anyway, happy 200th post to me!
P.s. In other news, day two of my new health plan went well. No cheating, and I even walked a couple miles with my "gang" tonight. They claim our goal is to eventually work in running. Being a total yes man (yes woman just doesn't sound right), I agreed. Little do they know that the only way I'd run up a hill was if there was ice cream at the top, but we'll jump that hurdle (or at least waddle around it) when we come to it!