Kaylee ,'Jaynestown'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
OK, I have the most shallow DVR question ever. The president is apparently going to be on TV at 9 tonight. Do I need to do anything to make sure I get all of my shows?
If it appears on the guide, you're ok. If not, you may want to add an hour to the expected taping time.
Dude! What is GWB about, always scheduling his press conferences for Thursday primetime! The networks will soon be in open revolt, because Nobody puts CSI in a corner!!
In the annals of Clothing I Want:
fiery red T-shirts bearing a portrait of a beret-wearing, Che Guevera-like Johnny Damon above the line: ''Resist Yankee Hegemony! Wage Relentless Struggle Against the Steinbrenner Clique! Strive to Emulate Comrade Johnny!"
As described in the Globe this morning. It's not just that it's a pro-Boston, anti-Yankees short, and I don't care two figs for Johnny Damon, but I have such a soft spot of hilarious fake-Politburo propaganda.
In the annals of phone solicitations: I let them complete the first round of the pitch, say, "No thank you, I am not interested," and hang up immediately. Easy-peasy, no fluster, and the sales shmuck can get on with his/her quota.
In the annals of beets: love beets, steamed or boiled. Cooled and tossed in a salad is nice. Pickled beets are not right -- why would you need to pickle a vegetable designed to keep for months in a root cellar?
But Survivor starts on Thursday night...
Ah. That explains it. That makes a lot more sense than pre-empting HOUSE (and probably at least part BONES).
If it appears on the guide, you're ok. If not, you may want to add an hour to the expected taping time.
For Thursday, I should be OK, but good to know for next time.
Ooh, I would like that too, Nutty.
I love beets, I just got tired of them when I still lived with my parents. I do not think, however, that I would want one on my burger, because that's just wrong.
Pickled beets are not right -- why would you need to pickle a vegetable designed to keep for months in a root cellar?This is what I thought, and I resisted trying them for most of my life. Then my mother got Ben to eat one when he was a toddler, so I tried them myself, and they're not bad.
Funny how all the phone fear stories have made me feel so.much.better. about having to psych myself up to make calls and how I'd rather scrub floors than be a receptionist. I may be a weirdo, but I have the company of imaginary friends on the Internet.
I may be seeing the Shrub instead of House tonight? Blast his oily hide! *weeps dramatically*
Argh. Argh. Argh. Holy... argh. Remind me not to read public message boards anywhere other than, like, here. Argh.
But all is not lost. [The state of education in the US] can actually be a good thing if foreigners decide to send their little brats to some other countries for their higher educational needs instead of the United States. Maybe then we won't have to put up with all the political correctness crap of having to be accepting of other's cultures and focus on bettering the culture we have in this country already.
Kids today are too lazy to learn.
And now I will sit back while all the Blue Staters reply and tell me that I am an evil ,uninformed bigot... I mean no disrespect, I'm simply trying to see the common sense side of the equation...
I thought modern parenting is to be 'friends' with your children and give the brats everything they want, instead of instilling discipline in them. No spanking, that's child abuse.
Flames... flaming on the side of my face...
Salon has a piece today that's apparently one hipster's ongoing column about life in the French Quarter after Katrina (requires daily pass): [link]
A few choice excerpts:
"This is dawn, New Orleans, post-Katrina. And I love it.
"Still in swim trunks I haven't shed since Katrina started whispering through my windows 13 days ago now, I walk outside, the new sun tickling the roof of the slave quarters across the street, and step from the cobalt air into the turquoise swimming pool, hardly less wet, and lie at the bottom....
"When I kick up to the surface, I whack my head on a 16-ounce can of Busch floating there, crack it open, take a long pull, stare across the surface at the other cans floating. Full bottles of Pinot Grigio are scattered along the bottom. It's the only way to keep them cool. All leftovers from my birthday the night before.
"You must understand it never occurred to me to leave....This is home. Where else would I go? My family's cottage on Cape Cod would get boring fast. My mom's house in D.C. would get claustrophobic. What on earth would I do in those places but know what it means to miss New Orleans?"
Self-entitled hipster git. What? He'd be forced to endure the hell of the family's summer home? OH NOES!!!
I wrote a letter to Salon, saying as much.
heh, I am in the middle of reading that article right now!