Jesse, what exactly happened? John Goodman was so mumbly, I couldn't figure out how he Agatha Christie'd that. Or was he saying it didn't matter why Tom was speeding because he has a brother in the armed forces?
People need to speak slowly and clearly. I'm getting old, man.
I haven't watched S60 yet, but I can't wait. I am waiting for pizza to celebrate with.
Girl hypnotizes and dresses up lizards
Hey those are the lizards I grew up with in South Florida. I can do an excellent imitation of one during mating season.
I am down with bon on the need to enforce year round DST.
I also appreciate Brenda cursing the darkness.
Happy birthday, Hil! Was it mathier?
Basically, yes to your question, AmyLiz. There was something about
a protest, which I guess was connected to the troops (including Tom's brother, apparently) shipping out?
Or something.
Oh good lord. Recall my mention of a persistant police helicopter Saturday (I think)? Well, turns out there was a police-involved shooting (as in, cops shot and killed someone) at the metro station not a block from me. Joy. My neighborhood is up and down. This is a down.
AmyLiz, the
bracelet he was wearing is a support the troops thing, I think. He was probably speeding to the protest, either to help or to see his brother. Or maybe to get him out? At any rate, that was the fire he was trying to get to
, metaphorically speaking.
It's just like how they'd probably
forgive a speeding ticket if you were trying to get to a dying relative
.
I need to celebrate something very important which I have not seen mentioned in this thread in recent days.
Warm Crusty French Bread!
Oh lordy, I forgot how good it was. I bought a sweet baguette the other day figuring I could overcome Emmett's sandwich resistance with a jambon. Then I made myself a little jambon (which is--for the French impaired--french bread, butter and a slice of nice ham). So good! Then I put some in the oven to heat it up. So better! Butter and warm crusty French Bread! Genius! I even made skinny hamburgers for myself tonight to put on my french bread. Extra fantastico.
Tomorrow I shall: heat some up in the oven and eat it with butter and jam; and then make myself a jambon to smuggle into the nearest cafe while I write.
In short...bread good.
Oh, Hec. I'm trying my best not to eat bread, and now here you are, with the bread porn. Tempter.