Well, Gudanov, Scola, and Gregory House have all been beaten out in the Trudy's New Tag sweeps by some form of the following exchange:
Bob Costas: Interesting that all the nations are marching in to the accompaniement of a seemingly random collection of 80s American pop tunes.
Brian Williams: I don't know one that hasn't played yet
[sic]
Bob Costas: If I hear
Bette Davis Eyes
by the immortal Kim Carnes, my night will be complete.
Brian Williams: Donna Summer will do it for me.
Fucking hysterical. Its like they're writing an SNL sketch parodying themselves.
Congratulations, Hil!
The apartment wasn't quite what we were looking for, but thanks for the ~ma. Keep it coming, because we are going to keep looking for the perfect place.
Sending some perfect place ~ma your way, sj. And I hope the weather cooperates until you're back home from work.
Today we put together the cookbooks and get them ready to ship (they may have to wait till Monday if it starts snowing and we can't do everything online). YAY! They look just amazing. I can't wait to get them in everyone's hands!
Cookbooks!! Very exciting.
A piddly 4 cocktails, even on a full stomach, would've had me keeled over and snoring within seconds of polishing off the fourth. Even with your puking, you are a woman of remarkable fortitude and cocktail tolerance. I salute you!
Erin, I'm nodding along to everything JZ said.
And unless -t entered her birthday at LJ wrong:
Happy Birthday, -t!
Trudy, I remember that exchange. I'm disappointed that they didn't get their songs.
Poor Bob, poor Brian.
Bob was less chatty without Katie there egging him on. I can just imagine BW giving him the stern head shake every third time Bob started to babble.
I need to go get a TV Guide so I have a schedule and don't sit planted here for the next sixteen days
I'm a freak. Watching the Olympics holds very little interest for me. If it's one when I walk through the room I'll pause to see what event is on and maybe watch for a few minutes. That's the extent of it.
I'm just waiting for the downhill skiing. I love watching mostly-controlled plummeting. Maybe there will be another cute figure skater who comes out of nowhere and wows everybody just on talent and charm without all the hoopla.
I like the pagentry of the opening and the closing. I'll watch all the figure skating I can get. People falling down mountains in various ways is jsut cool. The finals of speed skating and a couple of others will probably enthrall me. Hockey is unlkely. I am in denial about curling.
Good News: they are at long last replacing my building's POS elevator
Bad News: It will take FOUR FUCKING MONTHS
The funny part is that he's so tiny that he stands up on his back legs all the time to see what's going on. It's like having a meerkat.
Did I link to the
meerpuppykat? Cause I see a merekat smackdown coming (okay, now I want a smiley but I am totally blaming my way oversleepinginness.)
It's at a production company that's making a series of videos explaining math concepts, and they need someone to go over the math with the producers and other people to make sure they're understanding it, and to look at treatments and scripts to make sure that they make sense.
Oh! A very Buffista internship. It sounds fun!
BUT I did have fabu dreams! I dreamt that I stumbled onto a 2 hour Buffy movie that had been made after the show ended! I kept thinking it would only be a 1/2 hour ep, and it kept going! It was awesome!
Sorry about the rest but good dream. I had one of those Good Dreams a couple of nights ago and it's been keeping me happy since.
I have a Coffee/coffee date in....a little over an hour. I suppose I'd better get dressed and stuff. I'm so uncertain about how this will go...
Report back on the correct capitalization, m'kay?
Bob was less chatty without Katie there egging him on. I can just imagine BW giving him the stern head shake every third time Bob started to babble.
Brian Williams is my secret newsperson boyfriend. No, I love him more than that. Since Brokaw has retired, he is my secret newsperson beloved. Sigh... It's not enough to make me watch Olympics, but it is real.
Am gronk. Must clean house. Must buy food. Must do lots of stuff and am instead writing notes to the darling neicelet.
You're on like the 5th floor, aren't you Trudy?
