I’m buying the nook. But….not until May or June, so I can have it in time for The Vacation.
Of course, you know, this means I’m buying the Droid today.
I’m buying the nook. But….not until May or June, so I can have it in time for The Vacation.
Of course, you know, this means I’m buying the Droid today.
Let’s hope the weather system bringing rain and snow keeps the temperatures up around 35, as it’s predicted at the moment. In other words: no more snow days, please.
Sometimes we go along during the rehearsal schedule and the “schedule” part tends to fade in importance. Then I say something like, “You know that we open in 5 weeks,” and the nauseated look on their faces brings us all back to earth. More snow days would worsen the nausea. I’m ready for it to quit. I hereby appeal to the weather gods to shew forth mercy and henceforth direct all snow accumulation to other locations. Thank you. Amen.
Having company for lunch today. I suppose I should get off this box and get some housework done. Insane week ahead, and the seven weeks after that don’t look too calm, either. Yay!
Happy Sunday, fiends. Get some rest.
So I had absolutely no idea about this.
Roger Ebert, longtime film critic for the Chicago Sun Times, had his lower jaw removed. The interview he gave Esquire is quite lengthy, but well worth the time. Talk about a healthy resignation to one’s circumstances. Wow.
I remember watching Siskel and Ebert At the Movies on TV for years running. After Gene Siskel died of a brain tumor, I stopped watching. I think he was my favorite of the two of them — he had the greatest zingers for Ebert when they disagreed. More importantly, it was a special chemistry that Siskel’s replacement never found with Ebert. Anyway, Ebert is still writing his reviews, although he does not eat or speak anymore. Can’t silence the pen. I like that.
===============
Charles Barkley is the worst rapper of all time.
===============
Photoshop, anyone? Olivia Newton-John did a print commercial for Olay, showing what fantastic results it gave her. Then she was photographed out and about shortly after:
Where are the truth-in-advertising people when you need them?
=============
I like ketchup on my hot dogs, and I don’t care who knows it. Nathan’s can just put that in their pipe and smoke it. Condiment snobbery…I tut at it.
=============
Jake went to the basketball game with me last night. Great fun. Grammie is worn out. Now back to watching the weather for the next event that will cancel my rehearsals. Life is fantastic….
FO
DISLCAIMER: I hate on FOX News and CNN in equal measure. In fact, I hate all network/cable news. There is no such thing as unbiased TV news reporting anymore. The end.
The topic is completely incendiary, and I can see both sides. From an edu-political standpoint, I find the union guy’s comments somewhat simplistic, if not circular:
We don’t protect bad teachers. We protect teachers’ rights.”
Um, ok.
Really though, I’m interested in your comments. Having been both a parent and a teacher, it’s sticky. Maybe some of my colleagues who usually just lurk (and you know who you are) will weigh in, but I’m interested in where everyone stands. BoomR is on the high seas, so I doubt he’ll see this for awhile, but I’m sure he will have something to add. How bout it, fiends?
PS – just found this video link on a friend’s Facebook profile. Hysterical!
The Beatles – 1,000 Years Later
So I told the Thriller several days ago that I was going to make one purchase or the other; not both. (Between you and me, I want to hold out for getting “the other” as a Mother’s Day gift FROM HIM. Shhh.) Getting both just isn’t in the budget right now.
~
So which one is it? I’ve gone back and forth within the last 24 hours. My contract with Verizon allows for a discount upgrade this Sunday. I will choose by then. I really had my mind made up to get the Droid until I read this article in the Guardian, which suddenly found me wanting a nook all the more. Guy made me laff, too:
The lack of a cover immediately alters your purchasing habits. As soon as I got the ebook [reader], I went on a virtual shopping spree, starting with the stuff I thought I should read – Wolf Hall, that kind of thing – but quickly found myself downloading titles I’d be too embarrassed to buy in a shop or publicly read on a bus. Not pornography, but something far worse: celebrity autobiographies.
Hey, what’s wrong with celeb bios? I like ’em…
Of course, there are far more important things in life to think and worry about than which toy I want. But at the moment, I’m having trouble coming up with an example.
Fink (pretentious wonk) out.