Corpse Bride Left Me at the Altar

We just got back from the Corpse Bride. There were some cute parts, but overall it was quite disappointing. I'm a big Nightmare Before Christmas fan, so I was really expecting more. Nice imagery, if you love that dead, gore stuff. Personally, I just can't get enough. :) Guess I was born to be Goth--although I do consider myself to be a recovering one. I do wear color quite a bit now (I even recently embraced pink,) much to my mother's relief.
But the movie, yes, kind of weak on the plot. Left me wanting more.

The dog only destroyed a stack of napkins while we were out. This is considered to be a successful outing since nothing costly was destroyed. How sad is that? What on earth did I deserve to be tormented by this Hellhound, as my father lovingly calls him. I hate the dog. I really do. But I just feel so sorry for him, I guess. Is he really so dumb? So needy? I am fascinated by the possible answers to these questions and simultaneously disgusted by the need to ask them.

~sigh~

Anyway, I am engrossed by the puzzle of HTML at the moment, and all housework that should have been done this weekend has fallen by the wayside. Thus I start another week behind. Alas, is there no end to the burden of living with other people? Ha. We all know the answer to that one, I think.