Representing from San Francisco.
Virgina lawmakers are stupid
Apparently, New Hampshire's are worse.
Hec and I just finished watching the introduction of Major Charles Emerson Winchester III, MD on M*A*S*H on one of the old-people channels. When my grandparents spent all their time watching old-people channels, they had no cable and were stuck with Lawrence Welk. M*A*S*H, it turns out, is approximately 900 billion times better.
I'm pretty sure NoiseDesign will vouch for the truth of this.
And now I'm about to head off to bed to curl up with a sudoku book and
The Vile Village,
the seventh volume in Lemony Snicket's Series of Unfortunate Events. Thus far, it's dark but deeply pleasurable.
Leaving now, but if the patterns of the last couple of weeks run true, I'll be awake again around 2-3 AM, and I will check in here.
{{{Maria}}}
I really need to paint the hallway. I have had the paint chip up there for two years, and if i get more than $60 for a tax refund, IF we get a refund, I am doing IT. Finally. It's the small hallway that leads upstairs, and boy, is the paint wrecked.
The color is a pretty peacock blue. I am apprehensive. I've not painted a wall so that neatness matters before. But I am game.
M*A*S*H is awesome. Love that show. For whatever reason, the episode where Klinger is trying to forge Potters signature always pops in my head. "Sherman. T. Potter. Sherman. T. Potter. ....."
Should we start a new thread?
(snerk)
God, I grew UP on MASH. I think I've seen every ep 300 times. The theme song during the late 80's.early 90's re-runs came on at 10:30 when I was tucked in bed, trying to get to sleep (insomnia since age 15) and it was comforting.
My dad would be in bed,because he had to be at work at 7 am, but my mom was a night owl and watched it after the news every night.
Time for me to get to bed.
I had a mad crush on Hawkeye...
Oh, it's good to see so many other Buffistas who are fans!
Part of me is just waiting (grimly) for them to rerun the episode where everyone has incredibly upsetting, wrenching dreams. That episode, as disturbing as it was, was also definitely one of my first "Oh, narrative television can be an art form" revelatory moments, if not the very first itself.
I am up, Maria. You still on? I will babble foolishly for as long as you need it. I had a two teeny shot glass of Sauternes and my Ambien (don't worry, y'all, my tolerance makes this like melatonin for me) so I might be even stupider.
But I am here.