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When I was in Maine, I saw this card, and it made me laugh out loud, so I bought it:
Front:
Inside:
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The last several nights, after Fred goes off to bed, I’ve been settling down in my own bed with BobPod for a little quality one-on-one time. I finished the last half of
Weeds Season 2, and it ended on such a cliffhanger that I got my laptop and watched the first episode of the new season.
Might I say that it is utterly ridiculous that they bleeped all the bad language? For the love of god, they’re okay with people watching a show about a suburban mother who sells pot, but horrors! God forbid they hear the “f” the “s” the “gd” the “a” or the “p” words!
Also, I object. I OBJECT. I strenuously OBJECT the fact that each episode is NOT available on iTunes after it’s been broadcast on Showtime. There’s just no way on earth I’m going to convince Fred that we need to subscribe to Showtime for one (okay, if you include
Dexter, two) shows. I could probably badger him into it, but I don’t particularly want to subscribe to Showtime for one (two!) shows. We already have a thousand fucking channels we never watch; I don’t need another one.
So I suppose I’ll have to wait ’til Season 3 comes out on DVD. Fuckers.
Speaking of
Dexter, Fred and I started watching it last week (we got the first disc of Season 1 from Netflix) and we’re enjoying it (I think the actress who plays Deb is annoying, though). Fred might be relating a little too much to it, though – halfway through the second episode, he said “Do you think they write it deliberately so that people will start to worry that they might be psychopaths, too?”
I think the show is better than the books. I don’t much care for the way the books are written, but I keep buying and reading them because the premise is so interesting. (And I just discovered
the third book is released today.)
Speaking of watching things, we watched some movie with Halle Berry and Bruce Willis (
Perfect Stranger, IMDB reminds me), and it was pretty boring. It had a nice little twist at the end, but even the most interesting twist doesn’t make up for a movie that spends 90 minutes boring the shit out of you. I wasn’t really even paying attention after the first half hour, and I’m pretty sure I didn’t miss a damn thing.
Has Halle Berry always looked so much like Sandra Bullock, or is that new?
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When I go into the foster kitten room, I am surrounded by the most adorable little monkeys, and my tongue – I believe I’ve mentioned – is constantly sore because I bite it so I won’t squeeze the stuffing out of the kittens. Whether it’s Jake and Eddie Dean climbing into my lap and flopping over, or Billy Bumbler batting at my face when I pick him up, or Susannah fighting wildly on the other side of the room, I am bathed in the glow of the cute. I end up spending at least 45 minutes in there every time I go in, and when I walk out, I’m as relaxed as if I’d had a massage. This bonding-with-the-kittens thing could totally turn into a business. People would pay $20 for half an hour of kitten bonding, wouldn’t they?
The three orange kittens (Callahan, Susannah, Billy Bumbler) will be going to the pet store today (but there’ll be pictures of them for the rest of the week, because I have so many in the queue on my memory stick) and the three brown tabbies will be going on Friday. Think happy adoption thoughts, y’all!
I’ve developed a little crush on Billy Bumbler, because y’all KNOW how I love the orange kittens, and also, when I pick him up and look at him, he does this little swiping-at-my-face thing like “I are a badass! Le grrrr!”, and it’s severely cute. Also, he’s a porky little thing, and who doesn’t love a porky little kitten?
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“Please, can we have the snuggles now?”
“NO.”
“So…no snuggles? At all? Not a little bitty snuggle?”
“NO.”
“No snuggles… ever? Or just not right now? Because if I have to be patient for the snuggles, I can be. I’m a patient little girl, and if I know that there will eventually be snuggles, I can chill out and back off. You just say the word, boyfriend.”
“Oh lord, how much more must a poor kitteh suffer? How much longer, lord?”
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Previously
2006: *Of course I want my daughter to be in a relationship with someone who treats her well, isn’t a criminal, and is carrying no communicable diseases. But I flat-out do not care whether that person has a penis or a vagina.
2005: No entry.
2004: No entry.
2003: Dirk is a happy, happy man. Dirk is very close to orange.
2002: Instead of finding it cute and amusing, I am, instead, bitter that I’ll never get that 94 minutes of my life back.
2001: (he’s a dumbass, she’s a dumbass, they’re dumbasses, wouldn’t you like to BE a dumbass too?!)
2000: No entry.]]>