From a column [link] about a father showing his son early horror movies:
As a bonus he has also learned some lessons about cinema. He can now tell, almost instantly, when a character appears who was created solely for the purpose of being killed. And he has even learned some lessons about life, like this one: When you are alone with the bad guy, and he is pouring you a drink, and he asks if anyone knows that you came to meet him, you always answer: “Yes, yes. Everyone knows! I told everyone I know that I was coming! Totally.”
Can I get some "please don't be yanking my chain-programming type~ma" for work please?
I have actual, non-virtual, non-typing weekend plans this weekend. Just mocha lattes with the feminist book group, but it's good.
My mom is happy about it too cause it kept her out of my dad's antique store this weekend.
My mother is so funny about technology. She just called me to tell me she got the fax I sent her last night. What I actually sent her was a text message.
I discovered this silly game which consists of typing random common girl's names into google image search in an attempt to land on a page that does not contain porn. On my third try I got mostly pics of cars. Can anyone guess what name I typed?
