The Disney rep got pissy with him and said, "Sir, there ARE NO lesser characters! They are ALL special!"
I'd have been unable to resist replying "Get a lot of people asking to book Chip & Dale for public events, do you?"
I can't stand beef liver, but I've enjoyed chicken livers since I was a kid. When I was in a Minneapolis Japanese steakhouse and seated with a birthday party, I ordered a grilled chicken liver appetizer to many wrinkled noses and EW!s. Then when the appetizers came out mine smelled so much better than everyone else's that I ended up giving the whole table a sample.
Timelies all!
Liver, ugh. That's one of the few things I hated eating as a kid. Chopped liver, not so bad as fried liver, but there are other things added that probably make the difference.
I have got to get up and moving -- it is gorgeous outside!!
YAY gorgeous outside -- it's supposed to rain here which we always need so I'm okay with.
Liver, no.
Right now we are watching Yo Gabba Gabba and we have granola in the oven. I'm thinking maybe we should go to the big downtown library by train today. Or run our billion errands. I just don't wanna.
Time to go nebulize the whole family.
eta: Steph
I sent an email to you.
The orb is out and bright, but it is still in the 30s. Should warm up to 50s, but not yet.
Mac has already tried to sneak stuff wrt to the ds, he will no way make it with this set up.
We are at karate and my fingers are crossed for a smooth re-intro to class.
I took a train to Uptown to get steak and eggs.
I saw
Zero Hour
a long time ago. What
was
the 1950s obsession with manliness about? Didn't winning the war prove how manly American men were? Or was it a reaction to '50s man-in-the-flannel-suit conformity?
Even though it's still in the 30s, the sun is bright, and the birds are singing. Almost springlike.
Right now, I'm aheming the latest episode of QI, and I need to hang some pictures. At some point, I'll need to go out and buy a present for yet another niece's birthday party tomorrow.
I'm up, waiting for the vet to open, since Mooshu's still got something going on. He hasn't eaten in 36 hours, which means he hasn't had insulin in about that long, which means his blood sugar is no doubt through the roof. He's also running a fever and is clearly uncomfortable, so some doggy ~ma that we figure out what's going on and get him stabilized would be most welcome.
Weather-wise, it's spectacular here and we'd promised the kids we'd get out and do some more exploring (although Nate's just hot to go down to Golden Age Collectibles at Pike Place). If we figure out what's going on with Moosh, we'll still try to get out, if not, I may be cleaning and airing out my house.
Tommy, my take on 50s manliness was that although the US had shown its strength in the war, thus the world stage, on the domestic front there had been a large abscence of men and domestically some women had taken over the "male roles" in the households. So that dynamic had to be re-established by the over manly man presentation and feminine female of the media.
