Easter?  I didn't even notice.  I totally forgot, and as a god-fearing southerner I should feel guilty about it, but I don't.  I never realised before how commercialised my Easters have been.  Without marshmallow peeps, the easter bunny and all his accompanying songs, PAAS Easter egg decorating kits and parents forcing me to go to church it's just not Easter. The exception is Cadbury's eggs, which aren't a novelty anymore.  In Texas the only time I could get Cadbury's is at Easter in the form of those eggs, so they were special, but now I can have Cadbury's chocolate anytime I please.

To Gecko's house later this evening to watch movies. First a John Woo movie, of which I don't remember the name, but there was acting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, rescuing chubby babies from burning buildings, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting ... and that was in the first five minutes. It was the most interesting adaptation of My Fair Lady that I'd ever seen anyway. Then the last Coen brothers film I hadn't seen, "O Brother Where Art Thou". What a fine film. It may even replace Raising Arizona as my favorite. Someday I'm going to sit down and watch all of their films from beginning to end... someday when I get free video rentals that is...

I had two very bizarre taxi experiences today. Not Jim Jarmuch bizarre, but odd regardless. The cab that took me to Geckos had internet radio. The driver noticed my accent and asked me where I was from... then found an Austin station to listen to. I wish he hadn't after the fact because it was creepy listening to the morning traffic in Austin in the afternoon in Leeds... but how often does that driver get a chance to show off his technology. "Where you from love?"... "Um... Leeds...". So strange today when my mom called to tell me about a storm that came through, and I already knew about it.  As well as the forecast for the next few days, and today's dewpoint.

On the way home, cab driver number two really wanted to talk to me, but I wasn't in the mood so I just listened.  He said it was "slower than a sloth on prozac" and that I was an "angel" and a "ray of sunshine" in his otherwise dull dark evening.  I felt quite unlike an "angel" at that particular moment however.  Then he talked about the history of Christianity in England (he knew his stuff, you'd think he'd be studying theology), and Whitsuntide.  Then he tried to figure out what I was doing up at 4 in the morning.  Ha ha.

Happy Easter.