How did Joe miss THAT. Right up his alley.
Who the heck knows?
What cracks me up is that he recognized JT.
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.
How did Joe miss THAT. Right up his alley.
Who the heck knows?
What cracks me up is that he recognized JT.
Oh, Allyson, wonderful.
They gave us an hour off today but since I took too long a lunch and went to the gym, I ended up staying until 5:15 anyway. Even though I could have left early and nobody would have noticed, because hello, Good Friday! Sheesh.
On the way home I read most of the second half of Cormac McCarthy's The Road, which may be the Most Depressing Book Ever Written, Yes Really.
But now I can watch Primeval and squee about dinosaurs.
I got to leave a little over an hour early too. I think I may celebrate by going to sleep before it gets dark.
Grindhouse. I think I'm insane.
Yay, Allyson! What a great last day of work.
I think Grindhouse looks fun, ita. Not that I'm likely to see it in a theater, but you know.
So I've been of need of evening conversation all this week to keep from being totally whacko and just now called the brother. Who engaged me in a long philosophical discussion which devolved into middle names for the oncoming nephew and a faux-fight with his wife. (He's not keen on the first name chosen, but resigned.)
It was a good conversation. And I STILL think Esteban would be an awesome middle name, damnit (he agrees, she doesn't. Plus, the whole TEA initials.)
Also? My brother is the funnest dad. He brings D into work (partly to freak out the boss) and sets him up with acid/base experiments. Color changes! D can now use various pipettish tools better than most first year grad students. And he's 4!!!
DH reported Grindhouse as fun, but not nearly as much fun as he expected. And he is a big fan of both Tarantino and Rodriguez.
Jill Sobule doing Hot in Herre.
This is how Nelly would have sounded if he were a folk artist in the 60s. And a girl. Complete with banjo, harmonica, tamborine, and other traditional hip-hop instruments.
And does anyone know what is with the "Herre" spelling? I hate to sound like the uncoolest square ever, but I always want to read that as, well, "Herr-eh," like the German Herr with an e at the end.
One of the streets in the Gold Coast neighborhood of Chicago is Goethe Street. The hoity-toiity who live around there pronounce it "properly," but your average Chicagoan will normally say "Go-thee."
Not the bus-stop recorded announcer guy, though. He pronounces it right.