After my childhood, I never became a fan of TV. I simply couldn't find the utility of spending countless hours watching a show or worse, watching ANY show that happens to catch your fancy. I'd rather read a book or hang out with friends. But that's changed lately. Currently being a homebody, I constantly look for new things or activities to amuse ( Read more... )

Watching WWE Fastrack, Cutie and the goldfish, and the weird flowerhorns right now. I'm tired. Mustve been the fantastic food at Ninja Man's place. Oh, we found out Ninja Man's name. It's Inoue. So I can say, Ohayo Inoue-san. Meishi wa oishii na..

Yesterday I finally saw the DX reunion on RAW. I knew about it for two weeks already since I regularly visit wwe.com and JackTV is two weeks behind the American schedule. IN YOUR FACE Vince McMahon! Haha!! SUCK IT! I couldnt remember how many times I shrieked when Shawn Michaels came running to Triple H's rescue - and I STILL shrieked when they ( Read more... )

The mental affliction called "Last Song Syndrome" is generally harmless, except in the instances it entices you to humiliate yourself in public - perchance by singing out loud, or maybe marching boldly puff-chested through the parking lot - which is what I was sorely tempted to do at Robinsons' Metro earlier. Blame that episode of SmackDown where ( Read more... )

Tobias (disguised as Mrs. Featherbottom): Now, drink your Fun-fun.

Maeby (takes the bottle handed to her; rolls eyes): It's Fen-fen. This is my mom's. And it's been banned by the FDA.

Tobias (surprised; in a singsong voice): That's whyyy...you should always read the label, you should always read the label, in the most delightful waaaay!