Okay, I have a football related question, but if you’re not caught up on the latest episode of Friday Night Lights, you need to skip down to the next section.
My question is this: a few episodes ago, TMU had Luke come to their campus for a visit, and told him to bring friends. He brought Vince, among others, and it was revealed that TMU was using Luke to get to Vince.
In last week’s episode, Vince and his father made a hush-hush visit to another campus (Oklahoma, I think?) and they had to make a big deal about how it was “unofficial” and hide the visit from Coach Taylor.
So why was the visit to TMU okay, but the other visit wasn’t? What am I missing?
Also, the casting of that kid as Buddy Jr. is possibly the best casting job I’ve ever seen in my entire life. He is a DEAD RINGER for Buddy Garrity. Some casting director needs a bonus.
Also also, if Vince doesn’t stop starting sentences with “I mean” (ie, “How are you today, Vince?” “I mean, okay, you know.”), I will fly through the TV and throttle him. SO FUCKING ANNOYING.
This whole internet thing is awesome and all, but there are times when I’m trying to do stuff, and I wish it had never been invented. Specifically, yesterday I was trying to order a new digital scale for weighing kittens on (the one I have is really just not working for me), and so I went to a site where I’ve ordered stuff before, and added the scale to my “cart” and went to check out.
The site was all “Oh, do pardon us, your street address is too long, could you please shorten it?”
So I changed my mailing address to something shorter* and hit the “submit” key, and the fucking program changed it back to the longer version. After two or three times, I let loose a stream of obscenities and stomped off to make lunch. Then I got back to my computer and tried again. Finally, after actually considering calling the company’s stupid 1-800 number and talking to a real live person (THE HORROR), I finally logged out of my account, pretended I was someone else who had never shopped there before, and entered the shorter mailing address. That went through.
BUT.
When I got the confirmation that my order had shipped? It was shipping to the too-long address. They figured out my wily scheme and knew what the correct address was.
Fuckers.
*I fucking HATE our address, it’s a huge fucking pain in the ass. Every time someone asks for it, I have to be all “3018 Southern – yes, Southern. No, we’re not done yet, that’s not the entire street name, because every time I move somewhere in this ridiculous godforsaken 100-degrees-at-the-beginning-of-June state, I end up moving to somewhere with a street name more complicated and convoluted than where we lived previously. So, 3018 Southern Smithenheimer** – S-M-I-T-H-E-N-H-E-I-M – no, just one word. S-M-I-T-H-E-N-H-E-I-M – oh, that’s too long for your program? Try it with “So.” instead of Southern. It doesn’t always work, but it usually does. Right, 3018. You know what? Never mind. CANCEL THE FUCKING ORDER I’LL MAKE MY OWN GODDAMN PIZZA.”
**Probably it goes without saying, but that’s not my real address. Though my house number DOES have four numbers in it. The second one might even be a zero.
Maggie and the babies, at snack time.
Trapped! (Would you look at the size of those paws?)
::thlurrp::
“What doin’, lady? You layin’ down? You gonna take a nap? You want me to lay down with you, huh?”
I find it best not to ask any questions in cases like this.
Ciara and Cillian headed up the stairs to the bed.
I have the hardest time not squeezing the stuffing out of her.
Hello, trouble.
“Stop lookin’ at me. I need some quiet time alone in my giant teacup.”
::thlurrp::
Always in my lap, this one.
It’s a Newtie.
Previously
2010: RIP, Roscoe and Charlie.
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: Hey look, it’s been three years since we first met Stinkerbelle! (She was Maryann then.)
2006: Pictures.
2005: She’s a bad influence, that one.
2004: I have faith in you!
2003: Things that sucked.
2002: Here’s the thing. If you get yourself involved with a man you know full well is married, a man who doesn’t file for divorce until 6 months after he’s met and started dating you, then you don’t get to play the victim.
2001: My very first House Anxiety dream!
2000: Ah, world traveler, me.