Keith Olbermann(who likes baseball, as well as carrots) gave Robertson Worst Person bronze for the yoga comments.(It was a crowded WP day...Orally, McCain, and the "reverend" bringing the stupid all in one day. Sometimes I think KO is that rare American who fricking loves his job.)Hi, L.R, pardon my sportscaster Mentionitis. I've got a crush, so it's embarrassing how often I post "Keith Olbermann says..." but at least it's not like "David Simon says..." because that always makes me think "Reach for the sky, braindead."
"You didn't say David Simon says."
Natter 55: It's the 55th Natter
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.
Liese, I'm watching Dirty Sexy Money RIGHT NOW AIFG. Seriously.
But I want to know what kind of heartless diety permits a world where, on wednesday nights at ten, I have to decide between Peter Krause and Damien Lewis.
Well, one season I had to choose between Andre Braugher and Hugh Laurie. So, I'm guessing that kind.
OK, awesomest quote on a TV show EVAH.
Come on, this is what church is FOR... Draging the ruined past through the messy present into the perfect future and ruining it. Together.
Life is brutal, erika.
Welcome, L.R.! And what everyone else said about "aww, Holli's all grown up now!" with a side of "Dear god, that must mean I'm OLD now!"
I am desperately fighting off a cold. If it will just stay away until, say, Monday night? And then be gone again by Friday? That would be accetable. (Better if it retreat in defeat, but...). But I have PLANS on Saturday (not to mention a five hour plane ride) that would be rather derailed by hacking up a lung. Damn you, body!
I spent the evening at the home of a leather daddy and his butch wife, doing DIY leatherwork. We ended up making me red leather pasties for when I am Ms. Santa for their group. What on earth has my life become, I ask you?
What on earth has my life become, I ask you?
Really. Freaking. Awesome.
Oy. I was once again, out of my house before the sun rose. The third time this week. This morning for blood tests before work. I can't wait until I've been at this job long enough to start slacking and making my Doctor's appts in the middle of the work day.
Sue, that's nuts.
Also nuts is my coworker who left midday yesterday puking, and sent me a message this morning saying she was up sick all night but might try to come in. Because she HAS been at this job long enough to take a freaking sick day!
Sue, that's nuts.
Well, you know, the sun's not rising until 7:30, but that's usually when I wake up. The worst thing is that I am also waking up early on the mornings when I don't have to. But am I going to sleep any earlier? No.
I am meeting my friend who is visiting from PEI after work and we are then going to see Feist. I don't know how I am going to make it through the end of the show without a nap in there somewhere.