'Sleeper'
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.
Today is a sad day-- Bob is leaving tomorrow to teach in A2 for the summer, and he'll be in Notre Dame for a post-doc after that. So y'all will be seeing more of me!
What?! Bob and bon shouldn't be separated by such vast geographic space. They need to be contiguous!
Oh no! I'm sorry to hear about the impending separation, bon.
I'm bound and determined to tackle the second bedroom today. I must attempt to set up the crib before I forget how. That means moving everything around. Sigh.
That does suck, bon. I hope there are many many visits planned.
I need to get off my butt, and the sofa, and go run errands. I would have thought that the Apple store and a book store would be enough to get me motivated, but it would seem not.
Just watched an episode of Graham Norton. Watched it because Orlando Bloom was appearing, but was totally enchanted by Samantha Morton. She's so fucking regular--it's hysterical. Graham's a hoot. Not a weekly sort of a hoot, but bully for him for making the fun fag image profitable. He's certainly working it.
I watched an ep last night, with Jon Bon Jovi and Joanna Lumley. Hilarious, but I got the feeling that his schtick would get old after a bit.
Drawing the perfect circle was the only thing that sounded exceptional to me. Two year olds don't generally have the fine motor skills for that.
I'm probably bringing my own prejudices as an artist to that. I was drawing at two, and a very round circle sounds hard but not undo-able to me for that age. (Would that whole body coordination had developed along with the finger dexterity—I'm still clumsy on my feet!)
I can't stop vanity googling.
I think I need help.
I found myself in a Summer Reading poll, being whupped by Don Rickles.
Aw, Allyson. You could whip Rickles with one hand behind your back. He's little AND old.
No really - he took it to prepare for a movie role.
... Groucho was holding on to his cigar for a long time, but he never smoked it, he only sniffed it occasionally. 'Everybody has their own Laurel and Hardy,' he mused. 'A miniature Laurel and Hardy, one on each shoulder. Your little Oliver Hardy bawls you out - he says, 'Well this is a fine mess you've gotten us into.' And your little Stan Laurel gets all weepy - 'Oh, Ollie. I couldn't help it. I'm sorry, I did the best I could ...'
ita alert - I almost ran into Dave Chapelle just now. Literally. M & I were walking out of the Washbag, and his kids were being cute and gambolling on the sidewalk, so I was watching them and almost ran smack into Mr. Chapelle's chest. He was very cool about the inadvertent almost-tacklage, but I was so flustered I forgot to ask him if he knew you.
But, hey. Dave Chapelle. Pretty cool (and tall) dude.