I'm on my way to Lakewood in my un-airconditioned car. Luckily there will be AC when I arrive. Except in theatre #2 where it rains when you turn the AC on.
'Shindig'
Spike's Bitches 37: You take the killing for granted.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Owen's singing "She's a Lady" ala Tom Jones/Hugh Jackman from Flushed Away. Am ded.
Except for the problem of the volunteer fighting giggles in the back. The gist of the poem is that there are rumors that Bert is being cut from the program. He thinks that wouldn't be too bad, that he could go on Oprah, except that he would miss Ernie's breathing at night, him lying close, and so on.
This man is my kindred spirit.
Kristin, that's one thing I couldn't take about SoCal, is the heat. We've had perfect summer weather here today--low 80's, sunny, low humidity.
I'll call you, and raise you a toddler party. Do I win? Or does the prize still go to the poor, overheated Pasadenans?
No, you win. By a landslide.
Kristin, that's one thing I couldn't take about SoCal, is the heat.Yeah, but having two months of hot is way better than six months of cold, for me at least. Plus, I work in Brentwood where the average temperature is about 72 year round.
Speaking of muppets:
All Through The Night a video for the disco pop group escort, using clips from the Muppet Show. For example, they manage to make Dr. Teeth appear to say "If you wanna sex me up" AWESOME
Gooooooood morning! Good mo-o-or-ning! You've talked the whole night through! Good morning! Good morning! to you!
The undergrads moved in today. I'm hiding out inside.
I skimmed. Yes, cancer sucks big hairy balls. Just wanted to put that one out there.
Lillian is taking a late nap.
I had this moment where I thought, "Fuck. Fay can't be 34, she's only a year older than me. Oh. Right. I'm 33."
Lalala.
::hugs Fay tight::
Thank you for the song!!
Hil, keep hiding.
Mwah!
I'm not here, no, really. I'm marking kids' books. Yes yes yes.
The undergrads moved in today. I'm hiding out inside.
This was here yesterday. Mix a game at Fenway and a lane closed all along there for BU students to move in to dorms and apartments and a 30 minute drive took me two hours.
I hate this weekend in Boston. Well, only the academic parts. Fortunately, very few students live in my neighborhood. Number 872 why I love it.