I know I've nattered about the karate demo team that CJ is on. Tournament is a week from tomorrow. The demo ends up in a fight between the 4 girls and 6 boys on the team (the girls win, of course). In trying to come up with a "reason" for the fight, they decided that the boys would be from another dojo and not showing proper respect. But the kids didn't want to disrespect another real dojo, so they chose to be from "Cobra Kai". I did iron on transfers on some white t-shirts with the arms rolled up to look extra tough. Can't wait to see it all come together next week.
And I absolutely love that these kids offered up the Karate Kid reference without suggestions from the adults.
I want this sink: [link]
(local to the neighborhood renovation. I think I know which house.)
Oy vey, are the Mariners sucking this week.
Tiguan still sounds like tick worm in ads. Ew.
In fact, every single member of the Zmayhem had a shitty day (though not as shitty a day as Tom had in the teacups o'doom).
We are now eating Cheezy Poofs and drinking sweet or alcoholic beverages.
It's a scientific fact that Cheezy Poofs and sweet or alcoholic beverages are an excellent remedy for shitty days.
I couldn't nap, so I watched Iron Man on DVD in anticipation of the sequel this weekend. RDJ still looks like sex on a stick in those tank-style undershirts. Rowr.
Am I the only Buffista who loves roller coasters, the scarier the better?
I also love roller coasters.
No, Typo, I adore them.
At least I think I do. I used to adore them. Except now that I can't even read in the car without getting vomitous, I doubt my ability to tolerate them anymore.
And I don't know if he's around to confirm it, but IIRC from things that both he and Pix have said, ND is a serious rollercoaster connoisseur.
And now, the Department of Random, brought to you by Cheesy Poofs and martinis:
A fit of wild aimless Googling (looking up info on the shockingly shocking and improper private life of Margaret Wise Brown, author of
Goodnight Moon
among hundreds of others, whose birthday is 16 days from now) has led me to decide what college Matilda is going to.
Hollins University. Definitely Hollins.
One of the first women's colleges in the US, one of the first writer-in-residence programs in the US, alumnae include Brown and Annie Dillard and Dorothea Dix and Sally Mann and (from the coed creative writing MA program) Madison Smartt Bell. And apparently they have the best traditional campus holiday in the country, if not the continent, if not the planet:
Tinker Day, observed since the 1880s, occurs in October. It became an official holiday in 1895.[5] The surprise element, which was introduced in 1899, adds to the excitement of the day. Students are awoken at dawn by seniors, who bang pots and pans in their decorated graduation robes to celebrate the event. After the president's official declaration, classes are canceled and students gather to eat Krispy Kreme doughnuts before hiking Tinker Mountain in zany costumes with the faculty and staff. At the top of the mountain, students sing songs and perform skits before enjoying a traditional picnic of fried chicken and Tinker Cake [which apparently is a kind of Welsh apple fritter. I don't even eat meat, butfried chicken and apple fritters on a mountaintop in costume with your professors with skits and songs and pots and pans? Oh, Matilda is going there. Period.].
End Department of Random.
