I’m super-excited because Husband is actually going to get a whole day off someday soon and we’re just going to binge on the Unholy Detritus on our Tivo until our brains melt.
We’ll save The Manitou for last because it is without question one of the all-time great Bad Movies. Of all time.
Do you know the kind of tired I mean?
The kind of tired that makes toast seem like too much work.
The kind of tired that leads to very bad laundry decisions.
The kind of tired that makes you think, “EVERY kindle should come pre-loaded with a copy of A Prayer for Owen Meany” and if anyone objects to paying extra for that they don’t have to because the rest of us will just subsidize it!” is a GREAT idea.
The kind of tired where you can’t even summon the will to gnaw your foot out of that trap.
Or to ask, “Why is my foot in a trap?”
I’m so tired I don’t even remember what the punchline to this post was going to be, although I’m fairly certain that there was one.
It’s the last week of finals, the last week to install art at artomatic, and this weekend was Maryland Sheep and Wool. It’s all too much. My Tivo, Overlord II, misses me.
I miss you, too, Overlord II. We’ll be together again soon, I promise!
Moments after I noted that OverLord II, our new Tivo, was getting to know us very well, it let me down completely by suggesting…Blitzer. *sigh*
On a related note, Marc Fisher’s column contained this line today, Thousands of inaugural ticket holders ended up trudging back to their hotels and settling for a plate of presidential pomp drenched in Blitzerian blather.” Blitzerian blather is a phrase I wish I’d thought of.
Husband and I are proud to welcome the newest addition to our household: our new HD Tivo. Lacking creativity, I named it OverLord II. Being products of the 80s, we have that compulsion to append the phrase “electric boogaloo” every time we say OverLord 2, so I suspect we’ll be dropping the 2 soon enough seeing as that joke got old in, oh, say, 1984.
In other (non)news, Valet Mag has actually tracked down a rather attractive tuxedo for under $500. Last year I made someone I live with give all of his tuxes to charity but I haven’t gotten around to finding him a new one. He and his dad are the same size so I wanted to check in with him before we did any actual shopping or called on the tailor. (Yes, that was all. All, as in more than 2. No, I don’t understand it either).
Our cable was out last night and Overlord, our Tivo, failed to record Ogre.
Fortunately, the tense situation was resolved sometime just before midnight and a Torchwood crisis was narrowly averted. Later, Overlord recorded Talladega Nights: The Legend of Ricky Bobby.
Once again, I am in the weird-feeling position of stating, “I like another Will Ferrell movie.” (Actually, I loveStranger Than Fiction).
We remembered hearing people carry on about how bad this movie was. We must not have been listening to the right people, because we thinks it’s funny as hell. It’s worth it just for the scene where the family has the prolonged dinnertable argument about whether they should be saying grace to “Baby Jesus” or “Grown-up Jesus” (or possibly even “Grownup Jesus with a Beard.” Priceless. Or Sacha Baron Cohen’s appearance as the French Formula One driver. Fantastic.
