I got caught up onerous tasking (putting together photos for contesting a parking ticket) so I'll wait until monday for a movie. I did discover that I can see Life of Pi in 3D within walking distance of my apartment.
Jinx? If you and Dreg have been using my moisturizer again I'm going to have to rip off your scaly- hey, what's the deal with your face?
Glory ,'Potential'
Natter 71: Someone is wrong on the Internet
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.
aurelia - Nov 24, 2012 4:30:22 pm PST #2000 of 30001
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
Matt the Bruins fan - Nov 24, 2012 4:37:17 pm PST #2001 of 30001
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand
Cool, the steakhouse next door has eschewed their usual country or Southern rock bands for a jazz pianist this weekend. I'm tempted to leave the TV off and just listen to him/her jam all night.
JZ - Nov 24, 2012 4:40:54 pm PST #2002 of 30001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Paging billytea, billytea to the avian courtesy phone please:
So, we had a grand, grand day. Glorious (if exhausting -- for me, anyway) hike up the rocky hill of this tiny park, where we had a picnic in a shady spot under one of the biggest rocks. We'd just settled in when a raptor census guy with California eBird came by with his high-powered telescope and binoculars to check for hawks and eagles -- apparently the 360 degree view from that particular spot lets him see most of the raptors and corvids in San Francisco, and it's also under a windstream ridden by the handful of golden and bald eagles that pass over our City on their way to forests and open lands to the south of us.
We didn't see any raptors, but Matilda and I did see at least half a dozen hummingbirds, including one all-green one and one with a bright ruby throat. Among them were three doing something I'd never seen -- hovering over a big open field entirely free of humans or dogs, they zipped straight up in the air like tiny helicopters, got so high they looked like smudgy dots, and then dropped in a deadfall from that incredible height almost to the ground, zipping away at the very last second to perch on a tree in bloom, sip some nectar, preen their tailfeathers, and helicopter up again.
Mating dance? Territorial deadfall battle? Doing crazy shit for the pure thrillseeking fun of it just because they can? Can I get a ruling?
In other news, the day included bunny pats and scritches, which were most satisfying, most satisfying indeed.
-t - Nov 24, 2012 5:04:46 pm PST #2003 of 30001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
I've seen that behavior above my yard, it's thrilling! I tried to find out what that's all about and found differing explanations. Some people say it's a mating display, while others say it's a practical way for little birds to keep an eye on their big territory - one bird might claim a couple square miles and they can be pretty serious about driving off invading hummingbirds (although the invaders are pretty serious about sneaking in without being seen)
aurelia - Nov 24, 2012 5:06:07 pm PST #2004 of 30001
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
Heh. Radi-Aid [link] The bouncing radiator toward the end kills me.
JZ, it sounds like they've been watching the raptors.
DavidS - Nov 24, 2012 5:28:13 pm PST #2005 of 30001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Heh. The Giants (baseball) board is discussing the Giants DVD of their championship season and they've decided that Buster Posey is a Mary Sue.
Pretty anvilicious of him to hit a Grand fuckin' Slam against our most hated pitcher, Mat Latos, in the deciding game against the Reds. C'mon, now.
Steph L. - Nov 24, 2012 5:35:17 pm PST #2006 of 30001
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
Pretty anvilicious of him to hit a Grand fuckin' Slam against our most hated pitcher, Mat Latos, in the deciding game against the Reds. C'mon, now.
That was excessive and gaudy. He probably batted his big Mary Sue violet eyes right before he did it.
::grumble::
Cass - Nov 24, 2012 5:43:15 pm PST #2007 of 30001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Doing crazy shit for the pure thrillseeking fun of it just because they can?
I totally would.
Bunny pets are the best. Only think better is bunny licking your hand. I need to go pet a bunny soon. Bunnies are soft and delightful.
JZ - Nov 24, 2012 5:46:10 pm PST #2008 of 30001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
I totally would.
That's exactly what the gay couple next to me, up on the hilltop cooling down from their tennis game and agog at the hummingbirds, said!
DavidS - Nov 24, 2012 6:01:52 pm PST #2009 of 30001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
That was excessive and gaudy. He probably batted his big Mary Sue violet eyes right before he did it.
Plus he's coming back from a career threatening injury? And his wife produces cute twin daughters in the offseason?
Then in the sequel our scrappy second basemen gets taken out on a late slide by the hulking evil brute (Matt Holliday), and then gets the go-ahead hit which said evil brute misplays for an error? THEN Our Scrappy Second basemen catches the last out of the game in the obviously cinematic rain? Like, we haven't seen Shawshank Redemption before? C'mon Giants. You're better than that.
Not to mention the crazy reversed redemption stories for Lincecum/Zito, Panda and the recurring Mat (Latos), Matt (Holliday), Matt (Cain) motif.
Raining anvils, baby.