Anya ,'Sleeper'
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.
A Utah soldier who died in Iraq is being buried in Arlington. It occurs to me that the Westboro Baptist Church is not really showing true faith, because if they were truly fired with the courage of righteousness, they'd go protest at Arlington.
Or, as Hubby suggested, Camp Pendleton.
Channel 9 was the best for horror movies. I was just old enough to remember Soupy Sales and Captain Kangaroo.
A Utah soldier who died in Iraq is being buried in Arlington. It occurs to me that the Westboro Baptist Church is not really showing true faith, because if they were truly fired with the courage of righteousness, they'd go protest at Arlington.
They did protest there, a few days ago.
Huh, and sadly there was no large-scale kicking of asses, apparently. Pity. Camp Pendleton should be their next stop, then.
I always request "little bit country, little bit rock and roll" at piano bars, but no one ever knows it. Makes me sad.
Really?! That makes me sad, too. Every Friday night, man. I could even do the little dance. ::sniffle::
Captain Kangaroo was on for a long time, wasn't he? I thought he was.
I am steaming some sesame seed dumplings right now. They are pretty close to cupcakes, I think, angel food style. I still haven't tried a mug cake - I'm a little afraid, as my microwave is old and weak, that it would never really become cake.
My mug cake overcooked, I think, and was a little weird, but maybe that was the lack of egg? I'd do it again, probably.
I'm totally not telling you what I'm doing with Polgara tomorrow.
I've been asked to write a blog entry about minorities in SFF. Firstly, I don't know anything about books, and secondly, I'm not angry. I do realise, you're supposed to be angry about these things. I'm only exasperated.
I still love the part in Reality Bites where EH says Stiller is "the reason Cliffs Notes were invented" Although I feel more sympathy for Michael now...I could see how you could have good intentions and still be *That Guy*
I have very vivid memories of Captain Kangaroo (with whom I share a birthday, yay!). I can remember getting all excited one day when he started reading a book we had on our shelves at home -- it was MAGICAL. And then, years later, I was happily cruising through a poetry-writing class at college, liking my professor and politely impressed but not awed by her published-author status, when a chance encounter in the campus bookstore clued me in to the fact that she had written my absolute favorite Captain Kangaroo read-aloud ever, and I spent the next month completely tongue-tied with awe of her.