Willow ,'Never Leave Me'
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.
You know what never stops being funny to me? I mean, every time I see it, I think, "No, can't be that funny," and every time, it's funnier?
That scene in Harold and Kumar where they sing Hold On.
I'm cracking up just thinking about it.
"If you can dodge a wrench, you can dodge a ball." (To be fair, the funny part is the dude getting clocked in the head with the wrench 2 seconds later.)
Also still funny.
Hmm, I hadn't watched S60 yet but the wf is making me want to, if only so I can read the wf.
It's raining and my hair looks awful. If there were any justice in the world, someone would deliver firelogs to my door because I desperately want a fire but I can't go out looking like this.
Cass, just so you know, I updated the page to include the photos that lead up to "getting pinked." So completely not my fault. Grrrr!
OK, I think I had a childrens' book with illustrations by that guy. Or modelled after his early cats. Owl & the Pussycat.
That scene in Harold and Kumar where they sing Hold On
Curse you, wee Plei! Because now I need to watch that scene RIGHT NOW and I am at work sans DVD. Alas!
So far I am enjoying talking about S60 the next day, so I say, please people, keep watching. I would be sad if this show left the air.
You're link is particularly apt, bon bon, as I can't stop watching despite my better judgment.
The websnark article left out the part where there's a couple hack writers who get credit despite not writing anything (Matt Albie writes all the sketches, natch, because that didn't make Dave Chappelle crazy) that seems clearly to represent the Rick Cleveland thing. The name of one of them is Ricky Tahoe.
ETA: oh, yeah, and I read somewhere that the plot of the episode before the last couple where the writer who can't get anything on steals something from a standup, everyone laughs, and he gets caught? That's from Jay Mohr's book.
My Hands Are Bananas.
A tragic tale, told in techno. In German.
Huh. Well that's, um....
