So I really did watch the Oscars Sunday. We turned it on late (at 9 – what self respecting awards show starts at half past eight??) and…err… I fell asleep sometime around 11 or 11:30 and woke up in time to see Lucas, Spielberg and Eastwood (?) name Scorcese the winner of Best Direction. The…
Month: February 2007
Elaine’s Super Bowl…
is tonight and is really called the Academy Awards. I’m going to call it early: The Departed for, well, just about everything. And where is Jack Nicholson’s hair???
oh, for fucks sake
Nah, that’s it, really. (No, this isn’t the extra post I mentioned Tuesday…turns out it’s difficult to write. Hmm. So I shall have to make it nice and trivial like normal).
Panic! at the Cleaners
(And why my luck may be better than the Kennedys) So, I finally got off my duff and took the dry cleaning to the cleaners Saturday. Once it fits into our fairly sizeable hamper and then gathers dust, it’s probably time to act. I felt fabulous finally getting that done until…. later that night Gene…
Oh the pain!
Always a week late on things, Gene and I just finished watching the Grammy awards. Thanks to the PVR we were able to watch it at 60x speed and only watch the stuff we wanted to. 1) The Police reunion 2) The Eagles covers 3) Henley present an award with Scarlett Johannsen (ScarJo). #1 –…
And in celebrity news…
Is it me, or does the news this week seem to consist totally of some sort of Britney Spears/Anna Nicole Smith white trash dance-off? The last few months have been like this: …first ANS had the baby….then BS (oh, how appropriate) left KFed….then ANS’s son died (and yes, that was very sad)…then BS went dancing…
Blah Blah Blah, Happy Valentine’s Day
Nothin’ doing here in the Cheesecake City. Next week sometime will be the TEN YEAR anniversary of when Gene and I met for the first time. TEN YEARS. That’s like, a second fourth (?) grader. I wrote in Gene’s card that the last ten years have gone by in the blink of an eye and…
Hot Reading @ Work…
So, I found this article on CNN.com. I surf there once or twice or a dozen times during the day to fight the feeling that maybe running screaming into the street might be a little better than living through another ten seconds of actual work. The article is about 10 signs it is time to…
Must Stop…
1)Obsessing – Why on earth can I not stop Googling “Mountain Buggy Urban Single 2006 Cabana Blue”? (See? I was afraid to type it for fear it would start another round of obsessive staring) 2)Playing Diner Dash – How the hell do you pass level 5? 3)Wondering if a muffin top is called a muffin…
Don’t mind the mess…
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