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Because c'mon! Shame on Invasion's slowburn peril for not providing them a more frequent showcase. Wentworth Miller
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Let's let Seth define today for us, shall we? "Do you know what I dream about when I dream about Thanksgiving, which is -- which is often? I dream about eating so much deliciousness that all the blood rushes to my stomach and I pass out at the table!" jlb | 19:46 Duuuuuuuudes!  Um, yeah. Here's me. In a puddle. On the floor. Let me borrow from my girl KP: "I am so digging his hair right now!" Guh. I'll be in my bunk. "Yogilates!" jlb | 21:57 Okay, I'm not kidding about this. I'm sitting at work right now with my headphones plugged into my laptop, and there's music playing in my headphones, and I don't know where it's coming from! I was listening to Brenda Weiler in iTunes and all of a sudden there was this other music kind of playing underneath it. I thought perhaps the MP3 file of that track got corrupted somehow. So I tried a different song. Still there. I shut down iTunes. The music is still playing! I closed out my web browser, thinking some pop-up or something came with music. Nope, still playing! This is creepy, yo. I mean, WTF?! And it's kind of this funeral dirge. So, yeah, extra creepy. If this were a movie, I'd so be dead right now. Or perhaps it's just foreshadowing my death later in the day. Gah! I'm going to shut down my computer now and restart to see what happens. Even if the dirge is gone, though, movie history tells me I am not safe -- because that's just what a movie character would do. [Relieved sigh.] "Well, the music's gone. I must have been imagining it. Everything's okay now. I most certainly won't get hit by a bus crossing the street later this afternoon! La la la!" "Look...we've never really been close -- which is cool cuz I don't really like you that much..." jlb | 14:34 I've survived five Chicago summers -- Triple H days and all -- without an air conditioner. This morning, while I was getting dressed, I was really really wishing for one! Why? Because, for the first time this winter, it's been 20-odd degrees outside since last night, and the radiators have turned on full-blast, and it's too cold to open the windows, and it's at least 80 degrees in my apartment. No, really. I have a fan that turns itself on or off when the temperature reaches a point that I choose. I've got it set on 80 degrees and that sucker is oscillating its ass off. In other words, it's hot. On the plus side, yay!, snow! On the plus-ier side, it's supposed to be back up to 50 degrees by Monday. Based on Girl-Bart's latest, I'm thinking she's going to be the cutest geek scientist girl since Diane. And I'm sure she'll have a cute geek boy a la Jake of her very own to boot. Only, you know, black. "Well, ah. I don't really do well with teams? Or packs? Especially ones in uniform. Jocks. Frat guys. Marching bands. They eat people like me for breakfast." jlb | 14:15
What else? Um ... Nutella rocks, and I watch way too much Animal Cops and Animal Precinct. "It was like the Heimlich. With stripes!" jlb | 00:08 Five #9 buses in a row. Five. In a row. On a normal day, that'd be some sort of record. On a morning such as this, it's pretty much SOP. And it leads me to coin a new phrase which I may have to get printed on some T-shirts to sell in the trendy little boutiques the Trixies frequent. "I'm not late, I'm a CTA girl!" Not that any self-respecting Trixie would ride public transportation, but they like those quirky T-shirts. And that slogan just explains it all away. I know you've all heard this rant before, but for the love of all that's holy, can these city freaks learn how to deal with precipitation?!?! You know when that wet stuff falls from the sky? Like maybe God is crying? Yeah, dudes, that's called rain. Go look it up in the dictionary. It's a noun and a verb. Yes, you have seen it before. It can't hurt you; feel free to go about your normal day. Yes, you have driven to work in it before. No, really, you have. Possibly as recently as yesterday. No, I don't believe you have absolutely no memory of that, like some sort of Season Three Syd. Put on a fucking poncho and suck it up. Or move to the desert where your inability to deal with this weather will be somewhat justified. God! Finally, I've lived in this city for approximately five and a half years now and I have one, simple word for TPTB: Drainage. Look into it. Not a new concept. Being used to great effect in other parts of the world. Handy for getting all that pesky excess water off the streets. "I don't need to tell you the world of fruits and vegetables is dizzying and complex." jlb | 10:12 I've watched a lot of Animal Planet this weekend. A lot. So much that I may have developed a small and embarrassing crush on Jeff Corwin. At least enough to start watching him snark on those King of the Jungle nimrods. I mean, really. What sort of name is Aletris anyway? What's the best thing a weekend's worth of Animal Planet yielded? The commercial for the upcoming Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom, of course. You know the one. With the man-eating seals? Yeah, you heard me. As if there weren't enough dangerous things in the ocean to worry about. Now if only they could find a way to get the crocodile, the Zambezi shark and the man-eating seal together in one show. Ratings bonanza! In other news, I've had a headache since four in the afternoon. A mind-bending, I-think-I-might-go-blind kind of headache. When I ventured out to Jewel for some fake Excedrin, I may have been weaving about like a drunk from the pain of it. Aw! Baby's first migraine! Somehow I still managed to use the new self-checkout lane. "I am so digging his hair right now!" jlb | 23:51 How far removed am I from a regular schedule of Christian worship? I left my house this morning at 11 a.m. and was baffled by the nose-to-tail parking situation on the streets of my neighborhood. What were all those cars doing there? What could that many people be doing in Buena Park on a Sunday morning? I was two blocks away before I realized all those people were at St. Mary of the Lake. Duh. Why was I up so early on the weekend, you ask? Going to see the original Texas Chainsaw Massacre at the Music Box matinee. I could have gone to a midnight show, but I decided it would be more perverse to skip merrily to the theatre on a sunny, beautiful Sunday morning to see teenagers bludgeoned and hung on meathooks. Wee! Apropos of nothing, how about Syd's bloodtastic, tomophobe's-worst-nightmare nightmare on Alias tonight? Gack! "This will keep you out of a good ninja college for sure." jlb | 21:47
"Remember, candy is dandy but fruit helps you poop!" jlb | 01:12 Wow, y'all, the rain gods are ANGRY tonight. And forget what I said about the Deep Tunnel a few days back because it sucks. Three times between Irving Park and my apartment (about a quarter mile), I had to wade through puddles deeper than the height of my Blunnies -- puddles that covered the entire sidewalk and half the street. I wish I could show you the high-water marks on my jeans. I know I used to complain about the East Village drainage situation, but Buena Park is proving to be ten times worse. I've got to believe that if you're facing flash floods after just four inches of rain in four days, you're running your city wrong. In other news, nothing of interest happened on 24 tonight. I became more agitated by an insurance company's commercial -- in which a young boy buys some goldfish from a pet store just so he can take them home and free them in a body of water in his backyard (Me: "Goldfish are carp! Carp will destroy the local ecosystem, you little idiot!") -- than by anything in the episode. And it was still better than last season. Speaking of commercials, aren't those Citibank identity theft ads the best? So clever. And I've never liked Cadillacs, but the front end of this XLR is just so bad-ass. "Private school? You mean, like, jackets and kilts? You want me to get field hockey knees?" jlb | 21:13 So this TV season, I'm enamored of my geek boyfriends, Seth and Jake, I'm still in love with Dr. Cox, and Kiefer and I are rediscovering what we used to like about each other, but I'm crushing hardcore on Joan Girardi. Her show has the best dialogue, crazy good acting from the whole cast, and Jason Ritter doesn't just look like his dad, he's funny too! In tonight's episode, God asked slacker Joan to try out for cheerleading. If you do not watch this show already, the words to Joan's first try-out cheer should hook you. "Well I can't do any stunts. No, no. And how 'bout the jumps? So-so. So why am I here? Well it's really odd But I'm here to cheer On a mission from God. So put me in the game Or leave me on the bench So you can go to Heaven And I'll get out of French." Love her. Love the show. Now if only she would love Adam back. "But the yellow part is the baby bird. That's the part I want to eat!" jlb | 01:19 |
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