I've been sick as a dog for the last week and have spent most of it staring vacantly into space waiting to stop oozing things from various orifices. They take turns, but they've all been active. I've been doing a pretty good imitation of Mt. Vesuvius right before Pompeii took a hit, but things are starting, albeit slowly, to calm down. I still sound like an angry chihuaha when I cough, but life will go on. I know this sound because my next door neighbor, conveniently, owns one of these little beasts. There is such a thing as overbreeding, folks. I love animals, but I would be quite happy to stomp its little head in, if my neighbor wasn't such a nice lady. I will dance on its grave when it finally expires, but it will probably outlive me just to spite me. I've lived here for five years and the damned thing still barks at me and snarls every time I sit in my own damned back yard.
Anyway, to get back to the original point of all this, my new favorite site is owned by Michael J. Nelson. You may not know his name, but if you are of a certain age, you may actually remember Mystery Science Theater. He took B movies, or even worse ones, and put his own soundtracks on them. They varied in success, but the best ones were absolutely hysterical, at least to me and my college friends.
Now Mike has a website, which I just found accidentally, and it's worth looking at even if you have no idea what I'm talking about for the descriptions of recent and not so recent movies. I laughed so hard that my husband ran up to see what that horrendous noise was (ever hear a chihuaha crack up laughing? I hope not! But I think I must have been doing a good impression of what it would sound like.). You know it's funny when my eyes are tearing so badly that I can't see and can't talk intelligibly due to laughing. (As opposed to other reasons).
Check his site out and see if you think he's as funny as I do.
Because there's really no limit to ego gratification when you've got a spot to spout with your name on it.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
lambie of the week
This is one of my all-time favorite cartoons, by the magnificent Mo Willems. He has written many children's books and wrote for Sesame Street, but the names alone and inside jokes make it worth it even if, heaven forfend, you don't care much about sheep. Tell me it's not so! Hey, how many people do you know who use the word "forfend"? Huh? I thought so. Especially if you're STILL looking up Kyla Ebbert references. For gosh sakes, people, she's not even interesting!
Honestly, people, there are prettier, smarter, more influential, more interesting women around to ogle. Pick one. The woman isn't even on the same planet as Sophia Loren, for instance. Or Glenda Jackson. Or even Maggie Thatcher. OK, maybe she's not what you'd call a looker, but influential? You betcha, whatever you thought of her politics. Let's try thinking with the UPstairs bits, eh what? You know what Frank Zappa said? "What is the dirtiest part of your body? It's your mind!"
Honestly, people, there are prettier, smarter, more influential, more interesting women around to ogle. Pick one. The woman isn't even on the same planet as Sophia Loren, for instance. Or Glenda Jackson. Or even Maggie Thatcher. OK, maybe she's not what you'd call a looker, but influential? You betcha, whatever you thought of her politics. Let's try thinking with the UPstairs bits, eh what? You know what Frank Zappa said? "What is the dirtiest part of your body? It's your mind!"
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