Fuck, Dule. Fuck Dule. Damn.
I think I don't like tap, and then I watch Savion Glover or Gregory Hines or Dule Hill or the Nicholas Brothers, and then I figure I must like it after all, because I can't look away.
Maybe I only like men tapping.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Fuck, Dule. Fuck Dule. Damn.
I think I don't like tap, and then I watch Savion Glover or Gregory Hines or Dule Hill or the Nicholas Brothers, and then I figure I must like it after all, because I can't look away.
Maybe I only like men tapping.
My favorite female tapper is Eleanor Powell. She wasn't in any classic big-name films (her peak was the 1930s and early 40s) that are still widely seen today, but she was an amazing tapper.
Holy fuck, Dule. I knew he could tap, but I didn't know he could hoof it like that!
ita, I'm with you. Guys tapdancing, cool. Girls, NSM. imho as a girl who spent a semester tapdancing and quit.
Other links suggest that it may be an extortion attempt that didn't pan out. My sister sent me the link because she wanted me to make it not so.
I'm with your sister, Laura. Please make it not so.
I am hamster-less and Dule-less.
Jebus. 86 at 8 am. Humidity is bad. Market done, excuse me while I go stand in front of the a/c.
And tell the cats to not curl up on me.
Haul: lb baby spinach, pints of apricots, plums and donut white peaches, 2 spinach empanadas, $22.
damn sylvester has become my early morning menace. meowing and banging doors. he is trying my patience.
Loki was banging the blinds this morning, so you are in good company. Or "damnit, cat" company.
Part of my love for the commercial is that I loved that song when I was in college.
Ditto.
My cat circles me on the bed and meows. I have learned to pet her in my sleep. She doesn't get fed in the am (only at night) so there is no reason for the meowing and circling. Also, I have noticed, when she walks ON me, that cats put a lot of pressure on their feet. Sometimes it feels like an elephant is walking on my bladder or boobs, and it hurts!
Mister Kitty has masters the art of maximum pounds per kitty foot, I swear.