Enjoy your day, everyone. Rejoice in the fact that you are loved, because when it all shakes out, nothing is more important than your family. It’s a good day to be grateful for that.
I’m off to watch Jakey open his gifts this morning…you know there’ll be cameras involved.
Heh. Sorry to go all Rent on ya, but it really fits today’s RNFs.
This morning, as the Dunkin’ Donuts coffee is brewing (yummy), I pause to ruminate. I think, “Why start a new year’s resolution on New Year’s Day?” I mean, really. Shouldn’t we begin a positive change in our behavior right now?
(In best Veruca Salt voice) And by the way…
Shouldn’t it basically be Thanksgiving more often? Shouldn’t Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa and other major holidays just be different flavors of Thanksgiving? And I don’t mean Thanksgiving a la Pilgrims and turkeys. I mean a time of really being grateful — even in the face of tough days, to wit:
If you are reading this, you have enough resources to either pay for your own connectivity, or get to the internet cafe to go online. Be thankful for that. If you are reading this, you can read. Be thankful. If you are reading this, you are likely not sleeping in an alley tonight. Be grateful.
So in the spirit of being thankful for what I have, but responsible for how I handle it, here is a short list of my Christmas Resolutions.
And there you have it. Oh, yeah — I am also grateful for my most excellent fiends: namely, you.
Happy Christmas Eve!
Forget regret, or life is yours to miss…
…but they’re only in it for themselves.
Say what you want…
…but it’s the nose and mouth. Something about Maggie Gyllenhaal has always, always bugged me. Throughout The Dark Knight, I just felt…I dunno…out of sorts when I looked at her. She was distracting to watch. Anyway, last night I saw (and was bothered again by) a picture of her on the New York Post website. I then decided to find out what exactly it is about Maggie that makes me go, “hmm, somethin’ be off.”
So I quick-and-dirty Paint Shopped Ashley Olsen’s nose and mouth onto Maggie’s face, and air-brushed those mighty mighty cheek craters. I must say, the result was actually pretty. I arrived at my answer. A little rhinoplasty here, a little lip collagen there…just a little is all. Like salt.
I know, I know…you all like her just as she is, because she’s “cute” and not a “standard Hollywood plastic beauty.” Come on, Dad, just having a little fun here.
In fact, wanna see what I’d look like morphed with Brooke Shields? My eyes, her eye color, brows and lips, and a combination of our noses. In other words — mostly her. I’d take that.
Or how about me mixed with Al Pacino?
Heh. I love that site.
Fink out.
Check this out: body art by Italian artist Guido Daniele. Amazing. Gives new meaning to the term hand painted. Heh. I do envy the talents of these people, seriously.
Click on the pictures for the big version (they won’t open in a new window, though).
More grooviness: you might have noticed that I monkeyed with the comment structure. You can now, thanks to a cool plugin for nested comments, reply directly to someone’s comment at RtB, rather than start a new one and use names to direct your response. To other WordPress users: I know that this particular plugin has been around awhile, but I don’t like how it looks because the guy who wrote it is Japanese, and his English reflects it. I’m working on hacking around it, but I don’t want to break php files cuz I don’t know how to fix them…
Hey, it’s Monday morning and I am not going to school. I’m going to the dentist instead. Joy.
Fink out.
I’m not sure it’s so unbelievable anymore. The money just keeps rolling in for these guys. I guess I’m just jealous. Money can’t buy me love, right? I know. But I’d sure like to see what else it could buy me. Anyway, I digress.
Former Cleveland Indians pitcher C. C. “Baby Huey” Sabathia is going to be given $9.5 million — not for pitching for the New York Yankees, mind, but for simply saying “yes” to pitching for them.
On top of that, he gets a $14 million salary in 2009 and $23 million in each of the final six seasons of the deal. He wins the prize (for today, at least) for the largest contract ever for a major league pitcher. Nice.
Hand it to him, though. He did admit that “with the economy being the way it is … the huge amount of money, it was, you know, pretty crazy. But that’s our game, I guess.”
Well at least he was properly humble.
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Van Halen, yikes. David Lee Roth and Eddie Van Halen don’t look anything like they used to. But who among us does, right? *sigh*
Still doesn’t change the fact that they look like accountants playing Rock Band on Saturday night.
I remember a story my boss told me years ago, when I worked in the student activities office at a local university, where I was in charge of processing the contracts for the big-name acts the college booked. He said that Van Halen had a rider in their contract that demanded a large bowl of M & Ms be provided for the band backstage — but with all brown ones removed.
I always thought that was funny. I mean, they were definitely bad boys — bigtime party horses. But was someone in the band so paranoid about the color brown that concert organizers would need to go to such lengths? I didn’t believe it. But…turns out it’s true — sorta.
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Finally, PK sent me this link yesterday and I laughed. I think we can categorize this one as just “unbelievable.” Especially when you read the “testimonials.” HA
Hey, you have a nice Sunday. What are you up to today? For me: studying, maybe a little choreography, and watching the Browns and Bengals play for what little pride they have left. Yeesh. At least the Cavs are winning, for now.
Fink out.