So, that finger in the chili ...
I figure it's just part of a murder coverup. Because, really, it must be easier to hide a murder than just the loss of a finger on the job. Or it could be leprosy, and the leper didn't realise until they went home.
I love the headlines:
- Diner puts a finger on what's wrong with the chili
- Wendy's Introduces Low-Carb Cannibalism
- Finger-licking good? California Wendy's serves chili con digit
- Distasteful finger food
And my favorite ...
- Woman Claims She Found Finger In Her Chili
Because maybe it's not really a finger. Or she didn't find it in the chili.
Still --
one
Soylent Green crack on the first page of google news hits. I'm disappointed.
goth karaoke
I'm moving to Seattle and opening this bar. Jilli can help me decorate and choose songs.
Ursula's song was definitely what I was thinking about, Jilli.
Here's one for DXM (or any fan of subtlety, pacing, mastery and narrative). A lovely piece about Vin Scully.
I've never done karaoke. I'm not shy, or subject to stage fright, but I don't sing in front of people. My kids hear my morning showtunes and Brendon and I sing LOUD to vintage rock in the car to torture the children. Other than those exceptions I only sing when I am alone. Singing is a private thing for me. This probably won't change unless I go through some type of delayed middle aged crazy thing.
My singing sucks, so no karaoke. I'm totally down with lip-synching and backup dancing, though.
From IMDB:
More people watched cable networks than the broadcast networks during the February sweeps, according to Jack Wakshlag, chief research officer for Turner Broadcasting. In an interview with the Atlanta Journal-Constitution, Wakshlag said that cable stations drew 49.4 percent of all viewers versus 48.6 percent for the broadcast networks. "Unless something extraordinary happens, broadcast networks will never win another sweeps," he predicted.
I'm moving to Seattle and opening this bar. Jilli can help me decorate and choose songs.
Please? I have a DJ for the non-karaoke nights, and we could have monthly drag king nights and import meara for them.
Yeah, people don't want to hear me sing. I'm always amazed that babies actually will go to sleep when I sing them a lullabye. Of course, it may be a defensive reaction.
I really want to go sing kareoke, now. I think if we put ita in the Britney Spears backup dancer coat and headset we would even have a wonderful photo opportunity.
Here's one for DXM (or any fan of subtlety, pacing, mastery and narrative). A lovely piece about Vin Scully.
Heh. Way ahead of you, David. Check my LJ.
