Wednesday, January 30, 2008
even better
Ok, I know I said I really like 4 and a half hour first dates, but I misspoke, er, typed. What I *really* like is 4 and a half hour second dates. I also like the pop-up LOST they are showing on tv tonight. So psyched for the season premiere!
Monday, January 28, 2008
Sunday, January 13, 2008
it don't make no sense
Since it has happened several times lately and always makes me chuckle, I thought I'd share a few lines about the absurd things my yahoo mail likes to tell me. When I get an email, there are usually key words highlighted by yahoo, just in case I wanted to take the time to learn more about Las Vegas right in the middle of reading an email from a friend. From my tone, you can probably glean that no, I do not care to do so. But the funny part to me is yahoo's choice of subjects to highlight. I can understand travel spots or phrases like "gin and tonic" but what about nonsensical sentance fragments, like "sleeping on the floor" or "makes NO sense". Both of these were designated. And just because they seemed like odd choices to me, I caved and clicked. Did you know there are chatrooms dedicated to sleeping on the floor? Did you know there is a band named Makes No Sense? Me neither! But now I do, and so do you. Thanks, yahoo!
Saturday, January 12, 2008
the Horror, the Horror
So during a back and forth correspondence with a potential love interest, this memory of mine about the Rocky Horror Picture Show surfaced. Thought I'd share:
ha ha, RHPS. I like the acronym usage. I remember when I went to see it in high school and my mom was like, what? you want to go see a movie during which you throw rice and bread? no way, I'm not going down there to clean up after you guys at 2am, you're not going. I had to convince her that it was normal and that parents were not expected to vacuum the Roxy 1 and 2 theatre after their kids made a mess. So I went and I got a piece of rice in my eye. Should have listened to my mom, but don't tell her that.
ha ha, RHPS. I like the acronym usage. I remember when I went to see it in high school and my mom was like, what? you want to go see a movie during which you throw rice and bread? no way, I'm not going down there to clean up after you guys at 2am, you're not going. I had to convince her that it was normal and that parents were not expected to vacuum the Roxy 1 and 2 theatre after their kids made a mess. So I went and I got a piece of rice in my eye. Should have listened to my mom, but don't tell her that.
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