Jane‘s entry yesterday, wherein she discussed (or mentioned in passing) Paco’s habit of frantically pacing whilst talking on the phone makes me want to tell you all that when Fred gets a phone call, he doesn’t frantically pace. Oh, no – he does something much worse. He goes out into the garage and shuts the door so he can concentrate on his call in the peace and quiet of the garage.
Which makes me think he’s out there talking shit about me, of course.
He used to be normal and would just sit in the house and talk on the phone, but then he’d hang up, and I’d ask him what he meant when he said something-or-other to his dad (or whomever he’d been talking to), and he wouldn’t be able to remember, and then he’d get annoyed, so he started taking the phone into the garage so I wouldn’t harass him.
Bastard.
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We watched
Super Size Me last night. Good movie! I think we must be getting reallllly old, because we’re starting to really love documentaries. I know that when I was a kid, the idea of watching a documentary made me want to fall asleep immediately, but nowadays I just can’t get enough of them. In the morning while I’m working out, I’m currently watching
Stevie, which is sometimes hard to watch so I end up pausing it for a little while. Before that, I watched
My Sergei, which was documentary-style, and I think there was something else before that. We’re also going to rent
The Hunting of the President at some point as well – I would have rented it yesterday, but we’re taping so many television shows to watch that I don’t think we’d have time to watch it this week. Maybe next week.
Speaking of Sergei Grinkov – which I was up there in that paragraph somewhere – remember how a few months after he’d died, all his skater friends (and wife) got together and did a tribute show to him, called
Sergei Grinkov: Celebration of a Life, or something like that? And how Oksana Baiul came out in black and skated to Ave Maria, and by the end she was so sobbing and hysterical that you would have thought
she was the widow?
Man, I need to figure out how to get a copy of that show because just thinking about it makes me want to see it again.
Anyway, we watched
Super Size Me! and enjoyed it a great deal. I find that it always helps when the guy the documentary is about seems like someone it’d be fun to hang out with. I was surprised that of all the times Morgan Spurlock went to McDonald’s – three meals a day times thirty days is in the area of 90 visits – he was only asked to supersize his meals nine times. When I worked at McDonald’s as a teenager and someone ordered “a fry” without specifying what size, you were supposed to say “Was that a medium fry?” because if you said “What size fry would you like?”, the person would probably say “Oh, give me a small”, but if you suggested a medium, they’d almost always go with that. It was called up-sizing and was one of the things we were supposed to do regularly. In fact, if you were being evaluated and didn’t attempt to up-size, you’d get points off. I imagine it’s the same thing with super-sizing, that employees are supposed to suggest the super-sizing every time someone chooses a value meal.
How much “value” there is in a McDonald’s value meal is another topic altogether.
I found the movie fascinating, and the end even more so. It took two months to reverse the damage Morgan Spurlock had done to himself in one month of eating McDonald’s three meals a day. It took TWICE AS LONG to reverse the damage that he’d done to his body. That is just amazing.
The paintings that showed up all through the movie were CREEPY as hell. Just thinking about them now gives me the willies. Brrrr.
Good movie, though – highly recommended.
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I stepped out of the bathroom this morning after putting my contacts in to see that the door to the bedroom closet was mostly closed. From in the bathroom, I had heard Meester Boogers running around in the closet and then heard something fall over. I glanced at the floor along the bottom of the closet door, and my mouth dropped open. It looked like there were bug parts spread all over the place, and I could only imagine what kind of bug he had in there.
When I got closer to the closet door I realized those weren’t bug parts – those were pieces of Kitten Chow. I know I’ve mentioned it before, but I’ll mention it again: Miz Poo, Meester Boogers, and Spanky get a little pile of Kitten Chow as a treat every night before bed. We keep the box of Kitten Chow on a shelf in the closet, and it appeared that Meester Boogers had knocked the box off the shelf.
I opened the door to see Meester Boogers sitting on the closet floor surrounded by Kitten Chow, the Kitten Chow box next to him. He glanced up at me, made a grumpy sound, and continued eating as much Kitten Chow as he could fit into his mouth. I picked the box up and put it away, and Miz Poo and Spanky heard the noise and came running.
I thought about vacuuming up the Kitten Chow, but in the end left it, because I know that between the three of them, they’ll vacuum up each and every piece of Kitten Chow before the day is through.
I guess we need a better hiding place for the box of Kitten Chow.
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Mysterious, or just a dork? You decide.
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That Meester Boogers sure is a sly devil isn’t he? I think the other cats put him up to it.
Heheeheee! I can just picture Meester Boogers shovelling the Kitten Chow into his mouth!
Due to a weight and high cholesterol problem, my SO’s dog had to change to a restricted calorie diet. My dog doesn’t have that problem, but we could never seperate their food as they would ignore theirs in favor of the others, dammit. So now both dogs get the healthy stuff. As luck would have it, the new stuff is quite tasty (to them, ahem! I haven’t tried it!) and when I brought a bag in the other day they managed to flip it over and drag it under the diningroom table…where they believe they are invisible and free to be *naughty*… and then chew the bag open. My, what a mess. I thought if I left the pile on the floor instead of filling their bowl, that they would eat from the floor. Of course, that never happened as once they were caught they lost interest in their ill-gotten gains.
Yes, they are bastards.
I’m Fred except for the whole I’ll take a hike just for fun shit. Heh. I cannot talk on the phone around anybody and absolutely HAVE to go into a room alone in order to have a conversation.
Robyn – for a good documentary try ‘Spellbound’ – it traces a bunch of kids on their way to the National Spelling Bee. I’m not a huge fan of documentaries, but this one held the interest of both me and my husband. If your local video emporium doesn’t carry it I know Netflix has it because that’s where my copy came from!
Not only does Paco pace, he can’t do three things at once, i.e. pace, talk, and MOVE HIS ASS OUT OF MY WAY, so if he happens to be pacing with the telephone in front of the bathroom door when I want to walk in it, we do that “shall we dance” thing while he stares at me blankly and I finally end up hissing, “MOVE YOUR ASS! CHRIST!”
Funny how McDonald’s has become the Satan of fast food places. Doesn’t matter that there are plenty of other fast food places with food just as bad, McD’s gets slammed the most. I haven’t yet seen this documentary but I have heard that he picked the very worst foods that are on the menu. Well duh?! Anyone that thinks they can live on the most fattening food McD’s has exclusively is asking for arteriosclerosis in my opinion.
I wonder what anony-poster eats from McDonald’s that is so healthy? Oh I know — a ketchup packet. Or, ooh! I know, a caesar salad, with no dressing, croutons, or chicken. Mmmm, yum!
Paula – Yeah, we watched “Spellbound”, and it was GREAT. Like I said, we’re apparently a hundred years old, ’cause I know I’d never have been interested in a movie like that when I was 19!
Anonymous – The rules he set for himself were that he had to eat three meals a day from McDonald’s, he had to eat each thing on the menu at least once, and if they asked him if he wanted to super-size he would (but only if they asked). Yeah, you can eat somewhat healthily at McDonald’s if you really want to, but I think the goal of the movie was to show what the effects of fast food on the body of a pretty healthy guy were, and the movie succeeded admirably.
Craige – hey, now. There are no calories in a large Diet Coke, you know! Which is my very favorite food from McDonald’s.
And, for the record, it’s possible to eat exclusively at McD’s and not have your body go to hell:
http://www.cei.org/gencon/019,04100.cfm
Another good documentary is “Gates of Heaven” directed by Erroll Morris. It’s about the pet cemetary business, and since I’m an animal lover, I found it absolutely fascinating.
It was made in 1978, and is only available on VHS. It might be hard to find, but is definitely worth your while to watch it, if you can find it.
P.S. What about the guy who lost all that weight only eating SUBWAY sandwiches? I think he’s doing commercials now, isn’t he?
I never said that when I go to McD’s that I eat healthy. I usually have a Big Mac combo. but I’m not eating it everyday, 3 times a day, I’m eating it like twice a month. You can go to McD’s and they have some healthier stuff on the menu. I’m just saying that the majority of their food is fattening and obviously anyone who ate it like buddy in the documentary well obviously it isn’t going to be good for you. I don’t think you have to have a PhD in nutrition to figure that one out.