Oh Capital! Capital!

Goodness, Thanksgiving has not been kind at all on my gastrointestinal system. The madness started on Wednesday with a huge feast at a local restaurant to celebrate my mum's birthday, and some obligatory cakeage. Thanksgiving was a constant state of chewing and swallowing, from candy apples to rice porridge to turkey legs to stuffing and soup and sundry other manifestations of yumminess. Today, I went over to my girlfriend's house and we made two pumpkins pies, a couple slices of which I used to top my whipped cream. Dinner was wonderful Thanksgiving leftovers, so I ate just as much as I did on the real day. Suffice to say, I was well fed. Of course, that all comes at a price, so at 11:15 as it is now, my stomach is rebelling mightily, and its contents are trying to burst through my abdomen. Owies.

On a brighter note, I introduced my girlfriend to Pride and Prejudice today, which also gave me an opportunity to rewatch the movie and notice little things I missed. Apparently, the actress playing Jane was pregnant during filming, and it's quite noticeable in a couple of scenes, though the costumework was well done to compensate. And Mr. Bennet is even more amazing than I had remembered. What a man, what a man. I think what was most striking about watching the movie was realizing how freaking long it is. I had realized it was quite an epic, but 5 hours in one sitting is quite taxing on the glazzballs. We gave up at the beginning of the second disc and will continue tomorrow. Two discs: clever, that. So now I'm thinking in a British accent and some Victorian mannerisms are creeping into my speech. But all is well, for I have this masterpiece of a movie to hold me over. And everyone knows it only as a chick flick. Hmph.