“I promised you 25% of the profit after expenses.”
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Archive for April, 2009
No Accounting for Nerdery
Posted in Television, Workin' It, tagged accounting, profit, star trek, tv on April 21, 2009| Leave a Comment »
Not too lazy to linklove
Posted in Music, Television, words, tagged flight of the conchords, fotc, link, quote on April 20, 2009| Leave a Comment »
On myself. Sort of.
Commercial Wisdom
Posted in Consumer, Television, tagged commercial, glasses, iphone, mcdonald's on April 19, 2009| Leave a Comment »
This is a two-pointer.
They say the iPhone has an app for everything. I want an app that lets me search for restaurants by location, by hours open. Seriously, there are not many places open on Sunday nights.
I can’t stop being charmed by the man in the McDonald’s non-pretentious coffee commercial green shirt who says about his glasses, “I do need mine; they’re very real.” Or maybe I’m just charmed by that line, or the delivery.
Let The Right One In.
Posted in 1 on April 17, 2009| Leave a Comment »
No way I could have watched this myself, but I'm glad to have seen it.
Nightmares become dreams?
Always let in like souls.
Tap out "kiss" to me.
Gringo’s Delight
Posted in Grab Bag, tagged 30rock, atlanta, burgers, food, Grab Bag, gringo, mexican food on April 14, 2009| Leave a Comment »
I hear tell of a restaurant in Atlanta, a Mexican restaurant with a burger on the menu called Gringo’s Delight.
I want to eat this burger, even if it is just a normal burger. Or, if you’re a 30Rocker*, “I want to go to there.”
*30Rockster? 30Rockstar? A bit too flattering, that last one.
Small Happy Bouquet
Posted in Grab Bag, Happenings, Memories, tagged ceiling, chicken, food, moment, mud, rain, smallhappy on April 12, 2009| Leave a Comment »
A number of small, lovely items from a few weeks ago:
1) Back to the crackling warmth, facing out over the Eastern seaboard with my friend on my right. I see our bonfire shadows on fog. It’s so thick and gray, it’s a staggered, deep, misty canvas. I flap my arms like a bird. Not a graceful bird or a majestic bird. More like a turkey or a flustered, overweight penguin. My friend sees that I’m flapping and smiling. He starts to ask what I’m doing, but before he finished his question, he’s looked up and realized. He begins to do a macro-Vogue, full- and half-arms framing a torso rather than hands around face. We’re warm and we’re flailing and we are simultaneously become shadow puppets and puppeteers.
2) Squelching boots in red mud, I assume. It’s too dark to tell and we have to leave the warm, well-lit farm house, but there’s no reason to think it’s not the same red mud we slogged up through. Friend is holding a big black umbrella against a big black night sky. New moon. I hold a plastic superhero-paneled bowl holding leftovers of probably the best chicken salad-type dish that has been brought to a potluck, but maybe Friend holds it. Somehow, I light our way with two miniature plastic flashlights supplied by the farm house denizens, considerate. Also, pink and blue on rainbow-colored lanyards, like twinned but independent headlights as we two walk on our four feet back to the car in the dark.
3) I reach up my arms and stretch out my fingers and they touch the ceiling. I am wearing only moderate boots. I am giddy. My arms come down so I can clap in reactionary glee. It is as happy as when I saw the fried chicken for eating.
Cloth Diapers Delivered
Posted in 1, tagged clothe diapers, diapers, ginger coffey, luck on April 11, 2009| Leave a Comment »
There is a van parked outside my house with this slogan on it. I am forcibly reminded of The Luck of Ginger Coffey.
I don’t know whether to hope for better luck than his or to be thankful if I get even his modicum of luck.
I’m pretty sure I won’t be cloth diapering, though. And if I do, I’m not sure how comfortable I’d be with the outsourcing of that task.
(Edit: I think it’s this business. I don’t think the van pictured matches the van I’ve seen aside from the name, but whatever. I can’t recommend them or anything, I just know that people get curious. And their children get poopy.)
Why don’t you know what Luby’s is?
Posted in Memories, tagged luby's, texas on April 7, 2009| 2 Comments »
I mention in passing to a friend the childhood ritual of being taken to Luby’s as a treat maybe once a week. I always got the same thing and darned if I don’t love my habits.
This friend looks at me blankly. Has no idea what a Luby’s is.
Oh. I know why you don’t. Below is a screenshot of the locations page.
I even get a little thrill when I see Luly’s on King of the Hill. (Yes, food is that big a deal to me.)
The last time I had to strike a “too” Texan cultural reference from my repertoire, it was homecoming mums.
PeekaAAAAAAUGH
Posted in Consumer, Grab Bag, observ'D!, tagged freakout, link, peekaru, picture, scary, wtf on April 2, 2009| Leave a Comment »
Oh my God. This is the scariest photo. This is what made me scream out loud, home, alone. The baby farts bit is a valid point. Babies consume a lot of dairy.
It’s like you took your child and turned it into a Teletubbic, cancerous growth to attach to your own body. Why??
My Secret Boyfriend 