William Shatner cannot sing, but he can take songs and have way too much fun with them. This time, at the behest of Conan O’Brien he tackles Sarah Palin’s resignation speech. …And it rules.
Archive for July, 2009
Okay folks. For those of you who are, like myself, Twilight fans I bring you a moment of squee. Or…perhaps two moments. Her are the two clips that they showed at the New Moon Panel at Comic-Con 2009. I warn you that there is much screaming in the audience, so mind your ears.
This first clip is from the “Learning to ride motorcycles” scene.
Are your ears still functioning? Yes? Then let us continue on to the race against time and across an Italian town to reach a destination before noon.
…I’m thinking that I may love this film.
My sister was kind enough to send me this photo of her Home Office for you all to see. I should point out here that her room is larger than mine, just to give you all a point of reference. What do you think? Do you have a messier office? (Hmm…is that “messy-er” or “messier”? ‘Cause “messier” makes me think that we’re talking about stars or something.) Send me photos, folks!
I’ve grabbed the bull by the horns (so to speak) and I’m actually working on my home office. As you can see from the picture above, I really haven’t cleaned it since my Mother-in-Law went back home. It became, in essence, that room where you hide things when company comes over. In the hot weather we’ve been having I barely came upstairs anyway, so it wasn’t that big a deal. Finally, though, my sense of self respect seems to have resurfaced a bit, and I’m actually typing this from inside said office. It’s not done yet, so you will just have to enjoy the “before” picture above for a while.
But really, that’s not the only reason that I wanted to talk about my office. Those of you who have been around this blog for a while may recall that I have all sorts of little collections about the place. I have also made claims of having quite the bedizened four drawer filing cabinet. So…here you go:
Behold! It is (most of) my magnet collection on the previously mentioned filing cabinet. You see, I try to buy a magnet at every place Koshvader and I travel to. …And if you ask me, we need to travel more often. Also, I would like to draw your attention to something on the left hand side of the picture. In fact, I’ll give you a closer look.
This picture was a gift from a certain someone when I left my last job. This same someone has also recently taken to visiting this blog (which bring me up to, what? 8 readers?)
Oops. It’s getting late, so I should be off to bed. I mean, I met Nelson Mandela in my dream last night, and I’m dying to see what I might dream of next. You understand, right?
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This LOLCat I made myself. *grin*
This weekend I encountered a song that had been made into Muzak that startled me even more than the time I heard Jethro Tull muzak at the airport. There we were, eating at Hobee’s, minding our own business, when what did we hear?
A muzak version of Amy Winehouse’s Rehab. Rehab! …but in a sort of jazzy muzak version.
It was just wrong, and could be one of the signs of the apocalypse. Especially if you add in the fact that I spent time cleaning my bedroom this weekend. That is a “Hell freezing over” kind of event right there.
So…call a loved one. Just in case.
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My seven year anniversary just passed, and to celebrate we drove into the city to have dinner at Sutro’s at the Cliff House. Somehow, we actually managed to arrive an hour early and find nearby parking. An anniversary miracle? So, went spent some time in the gift shop (which was full of expensive pretties) where I bought both a magnet (for my over-decorated filing cabinet) and a touristy postcard for my eventual Adventure Book.
Yes, Adventure Book…’cause driving into the city counts as an adventure for me.
Anyway, after wandering around some more (during which wandering Koshvader took the above picture of me as I squinted into the sun. Please note the lovely ruby pendant that I was allowed to borrow for the event. It’s one of his.) we went down to the restaurant hoping to sit for the remaining half an hour. But to our surprise, they were able to seat us right away. And really, I can’t say enough good things about this restaurant. The food was excellent (though I must point out that my pot pie was a tad over salted), the plating was lovely (I mean, toast points neatly tucked into a folded napkin for heaven’s sake), and the service was fabulous. Have you ever noticed that when you ask a waiter for “just a bit more” of a drink they invariably give you a full serving, which you end up wasting most of? Not here. I asked for “just a bit more coffee” and I got slightly less than half a cup. Just the perfect amount. And that was just the tip of the iceberg. I will definitely go there again. It’s quite expensive, so I wont go often, but you get the idea. It’s a nice choice for a special occasion.
And then we went home with happy bellies.