But be warned some of the pix are disturbing.
Lady Miss Banjola has found a veritable cornucopia of moose.
As she remarked, Moosily Yours. Oh, and try to find the pic that has the charming translated from the Russian tag Sometimes calves sleep in a very discomfortable pose (from our point of view)
Last night I dreamed that Paul and I confronted an antisemite, and Mr little weaselly guy ran through the whole range of arguments all based on the premise, “Jews is bad” and of course you can’t debate with somebody like that, just hope you can get through to their kids before they are entirely poisoned. At the end of the ‘debate’ for such it wasn’t, he pulled out a gun and said, “I don’t need facts when I got me one of these.” Paul and I had to jump off the architectural equivalent of a cliff to get away from him, and then I woke up.
That was a seriously weird dream.
loons misguided souls at creators.com have misplaced Molly Ivins, so she won’t show up in the blogroll because the link is broken. I will fix it when they do. Cazart!!!
Ginger chicken for lunch today, yyyum.
Alas, we did get snow, and it is still snowing.
Here’s a real blast from the past: The Monkeesmobile!!!!
I have written another song! The drought is over! And I was working on a country tune this morning but I fell asleep before I could fix it in my brain. Anyway, the tune I managed to finish is yet ANOTHER Unitarian hum. Hymn. WhAtever. It’s called Ingathering.
The blogroll shows Onelegwest – the proprietor being my beloved worksibling Dave. The b*st*rd quit!!! Okay, that’s a little hard on his mom, but it expresses my feelings. He got a better offer at a place that has acquired about half a dozen staffers over the last couple of years. He’ll be gone in two weeks and words cannot express how much I am going to miss him, he’s one of the sweetest, smartest, hardest working guys at the company.
We’re getting another 10 centimetres of snow tonight and tomorrow, enough to royally bugger up life in Vancouver. I just called Paul and told him to either fix or replace the zed chains, he’s likely to need them.
I saw this at Jerome and Shannon’s:
This movie kicks serious, serious butt. I enjoyed about 95 percent of it and the parts I didn’t enjoy went by really fast.
My objections to what was a marvellous piece of badass entertainment are three:
Evil guy is in a wheelchair and has a laryngectomy. And SMOKES THROUGH THE HOLE. Ah, pure evil. What tripe, I wish they’d play to type for a change. Why pick on cripples? If it was a statistically balanced number of evil villains, I’d be a lot mellower, but so many cripped villains… sigh.
Tony Jaa is poetry in motion but when it comes to acting he’s reserved to the point of being like, well, like a solid object.
The script is the lamest ass excuse for a string of chase, fight and fight and chase scenes ever concocted in any human language, although there are two or three hilarious sight gags, including a great piece of graffitti in the middle of the market chase.
Shannon came home and said some very amusing things about her weekend. I think the funniest was, “I’m having a shower to get the smoke off” as she doesn’t smoke and the women she was hanging out with this weekend do. And I’m thinking, 13 days no smokes.