First, gotta say I love the tiara-wearing skiier.
Second...
So there we were, driving along the interchange in the carpool lane between the 110 and the 105, and I commented about how those really high overpasses freak me out. This seemingly innocuous comment led to a discussion about how old the interchange was, which led to the following:
ND: I know how old...when was Speed filmed?
Me: Speed? The movie?
ND: Yeah. What was it, early 90's? It was then, because they filmed that scene where the bus jumps on the 105 before it was opened. Except they filmed it after it was completed—they had to CGI the middle out.
Me: How do you KNOW these things? Do you know how many
useful
facts could occupy those brain cells?
ND: What? It's my own personal timeline. Pop culture dating. It's like carbon dating only with the Brady Bunch.
Oooh, thanks, sj! I keep missing it.
ND & I both have the same associations with the movie Speed. heh.
Oy vey. Isaac woke himself up crying. Luckily he went back down quickly.
Airport coffee. Joy. Rapture.
matt is munching on hotel popcorn. I still think ND wins ( by loseing)
We could combine them and have a bus station meal.
I'll see your hotel popcorn and raise you another airport coffee.
And yes, we are currently sitting next to each other and posting from our Treos. Ah, Buffista love.
Ooooooooo...the baggage on the claim goes round and round. round and round. round and round...
sing it with me!
Of course, I'm such a geek that I was just staring at the "do not sit on carousel" sign and thinking, "Huh. Salinger spells it with two r's in
Catcher in the Rye.
Wonder which one is wrong? Or is it one of those weird words that can be spelled multiple ways? I should know this, shouldn't I."
It's amazing I ever get laid.
