After watching part of season 2 of The O.C. this past weekend, I have determined that my new favorite saying is one that came from Summer: You can’t ride two horses with one ass.
I don’t think there’s anyone on that show I don’t absolutely love. Well. Marissa and Ryan are a little bland, but the straight men always are.
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Currently reading:
Scenes from a Holiday.
Finished late Saturday night:
The Breakdown Lane, by Jacquelyn Mitchard. I liked this book a lot – a LOT – which surprised me a little. I had a hard time reading
Twelve Times Blessed by the same author (because I didn’t care for it), but I enjoyed her compilation of columns –
The Rest of Us – so much that I wanted to like The Breakdown Lane. And I did! I definitely recommend it.
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So a few months ago someone recommended that I read a column by Stephen King. He writes the occasional column for Entertainment Weekly. Since I actually canceled my subscription to Entertainment Weekly a few years ago – there was usually nothing in Entertainment Weekly that wasn’t in People, I figured, and then mere weeks after I canceled my subscription, Stephen King started writing for them, FIGURES – I looked around to see if I could find the column online.
Entertainment Weekly does, in fact, have
a section where they provide the Stephen King columns free of charge. I check it every couple of weeks to see if there’s anything new, because y’all KNOW I loves me some Stephen King.
But the thing is… okay, here’s the thing. Not only does Entertainment Weekly offer these columns free of charge, but they also provide a place at the bottom of the page where people can comment on the column. And it’s when I occasionally – accidentally, I assure you – glance at the comments that have been left that I get all kinds of annoyed.
Because first of all, people think Stephen King comes back to read the comments. Like he’s got nothing better to do. Like he might read their comment and say “Hey, that’s a pithy and talented writer right there! I can tell by the way she overuses her “LOL”s in an ironic fashion! Let me send her a million dollars!” And secondly, I cannot stand the way people address Stephen King in these comments. On the one hand are the people who are, in my opinion, too formal. They call him “Mr. King.” They tell him how much they love his work, how much they agree with his column, how they met him once when they were 13 and it was a defining moment in their life, they bow and scrape.
On the other hand are the people who are too familiar. They address him as “Steve” or “Steve-o”, and yes – I am aware that he addresses himself as “Steve-o” often, but chances are good that he’s met himself before. He’s not some stranger walking up to him on the internet and calling him “Steve-o” like they’re the best of buddies. It just seems
wrong to me.
I think everyone should just address him as “Stephen King.” Because anything else just doesn’t work, as far as I’m concerned.
And y’all know I’m the authority on this thing. After all, I have seen Stephen King in the flesh (Does that sound like I’ve seen him naked? Because, um, NO.) no less than three times in my life. Me and Stephen King, we’re buds.
He told me to tell you so.
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“What are we going to watch tonight?” I asked Fred. He’d been to the movie store earlier in the day, picking up more Smallville DVDs, and had picked up a few movies while he was at it.
“How about
Red Eye?” he suggested.
“Oh, definitely! I’ve been wanting to see that. I didn’t know it was out!”
“Yeah, me too.”
“I haven’t seen Jodie Foster in anything since Panic Room,” I said. “I like her.”
“I know you do.”
Later that evening, we put the DVD in, and the menu (eventually) came up.
“Huh,” Fred said. “I’m surprised they didn’t put Jodie Foster’s face in the menu, since she’s the star. Who’s that girl?”
“Rachel McAdams,” I said immediately. “I like her. Maybe she’s a flight attendant, or the bad guy?”
“Maybe,” he said.
Ten minutes into it, we looked at each other, confused.
“Is this the right movie?” Fred said.
“I thought Jodie Foster was the big star, and that we’d see her from the very beginning,” I said. “Let me go look on
Internet Movie Database.”
A minute later, I walked back into the living room.
“The Jodie Foster is
Flightplan. This doesn’t have Jodie Foster in it, Rachel McAdams is the star,” I said.
I’m glad I wasn’t alone in my dumbassery.
At least it turned out to be a pretty damn good movie – Cillian Murphy does creepy very, very well.
And that Rachel McAdams, have I mentioned? Cute as a damn button.
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Fred was getting his breakfast Sunday morning, and he turned from the counter to the refrigerator to get the milk, and when he turned back around, Tommy and Sugarbutt were helping themselves to Cheerios. They actually ATE CHEERIOS. Those cats will eat anything and they don’t wait for an invitation.
Shoogie chills with his Daddy.
More uploaded pictures are
here.
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Previously
2005: No entry.
2004: Damn Home Depot.
2003: Yep. READY FOR SPRING!
2002: Sam’s rocks. Just so you know.
2001: I don’t know how on earth I missed it the first time around. But I’m sure it was Fred’s fault.
2000: “Fred, is F-A-G a bad word?”]]>