"Everybody sleeps... everybody sleeps...
When at night they close their eyes, until the morning peeps!"
Sesame Street clip excerpt from my childhood memories
If I ever want to go gently into that good night:
This is so unbelieveably tantalizing I am forced to never buy it. I might be tempted to make a vanilla smoothie from time to time, and well, isn't that the sugar-coated road to Betty Ford?
Tonight Jen is coming by and we plan to watch Million Dollar Baby. This is a big event and our on-going joke, since when the film played in the theaters, we planned numerous times to go see it, then backed out. One time, I passed out on the couch and missed the showing. Another time, we drove to the theater and then decided to eat dinner instead. It was as if we were avoiding it like some demonic presence was embedded on the strip: sort of a contemporary version of the mask promotions in Halloween-3. Now, quite frankly, I don't even WANT to see it, but it seems inevitable, so we're marking this night as an end of a era. I love Clint Eastwood, so he'd better not put me to sleep (Vanilla Tylenol PM sold separately).
A friend of mine sent this piece to me from overheardinNY.com...
Taller girl: You know what I don't miss about Missouri?
Shorter girl: What's that?
Taller girl: Spiders.
Shorter girl: Yeah. Me too. I haven't seen one spider since I moved here.
Taller girl: And spiders will kill you. All of them. Not just black widows and brown recluses.
Shorter girl: You know the most poisonous spider is a daddy longlegs?
Taller girl: Yeah, but it can't bite you. I wonder what would happen if you ate it.
Shorter girl: Me too. Like if you had it out for someone, could you sneak it into their food?
Taller girl: Yeah! I'd put it in the fucking mashed potatoes. Everyone loves mashed potatoes. They'd be all excited about the mashed potatoes, and then they'll just...fucking...die. It'd be so awesome!
Shorter girl: Precisely.
I have suddenly developed an aversion to mashed potatoes and tall women in NYC. Now, a daddy-longlegs in a cup of Vanilla Tylenol PM... (hehehehe <<sadistic laugh>>> ). Ah, imagination is fun... and scary.
Speaking of scary, I have to start Crime and Punishment... it's almost hump-day, folks: rejoice! And for those of you who are unemployed for the summer like myself, well... it's another day of sloth, gluttony, and all of the other deadly sins that a real job prevents.
EDITED AT 11:45 TO ADD...
So I finally got to see Million Dollar Baby... it was okay; Clint Eastwood and Morgan Freeman are awesome anyway, but of course I have an issue (don't I ALWAYS?!). I sobbed like a Mary at the end. I never used to cry at movies! First my crying jag throughout The Notebook, and now this? What's next: a sniffle during the previously mentioned KY Massage commercials??!! If I begin to turn into one of those emotional broads, I'm going to be very upset. ...I ... may... just ... cry! Bleh!!!! 
When at night they close their eyes, until the morning peeps!"
Sesame Street clip excerpt from my childhood memories
If I ever want to go gently into that good night:
This is so unbelieveably tantalizing I am forced to never buy it. I might be tempted to make a vanilla smoothie from time to time, and well, isn't that the sugar-coated road to Betty Ford?
Tonight Jen is coming by and we plan to watch Million Dollar Baby. This is a big event and our on-going joke, since when the film played in the theaters, we planned numerous times to go see it, then backed out. One time, I passed out on the couch and missed the showing. Another time, we drove to the theater and then decided to eat dinner instead. It was as if we were avoiding it like some demonic presence was embedded on the strip: sort of a contemporary version of the mask promotions in Halloween-3. Now, quite frankly, I don't even WANT to see it, but it seems inevitable, so we're marking this night as an end of a era. I love Clint Eastwood, so he'd better not put me to sleep (Vanilla Tylenol PM sold separately).
A friend of mine sent this piece to me from overheardinNY.com...
Taller girl: You know what I don't miss about Missouri?
Shorter girl: What's that?
Taller girl: Spiders.
Shorter girl: Yeah. Me too. I haven't seen one spider since I moved here.
Taller girl: And spiders will kill you. All of them. Not just black widows and brown recluses.
Shorter girl: You know the most poisonous spider is a daddy longlegs?
Taller girl: Yeah, but it can't bite you. I wonder what would happen if you ate it.
Shorter girl: Me too. Like if you had it out for someone, could you sneak it into their food?
Taller girl: Yeah! I'd put it in the fucking mashed potatoes. Everyone loves mashed potatoes. They'd be all excited about the mashed potatoes, and then they'll just...fucking...die. It'd be so awesome!
Shorter girl: Precisely.
I have suddenly developed an aversion to mashed potatoes and tall women in NYC. Now, a daddy-longlegs in a cup of Vanilla Tylenol PM... (hehehehe <<sadistic laugh>>> ). Ah, imagination is fun... and scary.
Speaking of scary, I have to start Crime and Punishment... it's almost hump-day, folks: rejoice! And for those of you who are unemployed for the summer like myself, well... it's another day of sloth, gluttony, and all of the other deadly sins that a real job prevents.
EDITED AT 11:45 TO ADD...
So I finally got to see Million Dollar Baby... it was okay; Clint Eastwood and Morgan Freeman are awesome anyway, but of course I have an issue (don't I ALWAYS?!). I sobbed like a Mary at the end. I never used to cry at movies! First my crying jag throughout The Notebook, and now this? What's next: a sniffle during the previously mentioned KY Massage commercials??!! If I begin to turn into one of those emotional broads, I'm going to be very upset. ...I ... may... just ... cry!
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How's that Dostoy read coming? Reminds me of the episode of CHEERS when Sam Malone read "War and Peace" overnight to impress Diane and Frasier Crane.
Great new pics.
We just got back from Hustle & Flow. Much better than 8 Mile, which I thought was weak. Now I'm not a fan of the current mainstream hip hop scene, but damn if that hook isn't catchy - "whup that trick (git 'em) . . whoop that trick (git 'em). . ."
You know, I worked with Clint one time. In the Line of Fire. Motorcade scene. . . er, um, that got cut. I was in the crowd, ahh, with the other thousand extras. . . . but it happened, dammit!!