The World Series
It occurred to me earlier today that tonight after 8 PM would have been the perfect time to go grocery shopping here in Greater Boston. Perfect! Ah well.
(Yes, I have the game on. TV's in another room, so I'm just listening at the moment. Less stressful.)
(Someone's going to write an oral history of the beards at some point, right?)
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On another note: Dammit, I am going to have to go see frickin' Thor twice because let's be serious about my ability to resist more Winter Soldier trailer (none) and my viewing partners' objections to 3D (high). I suppose I could just wait for the cam version, but it won't be pretty. Damn you, Marvel! You have successfully manipulated me.
So basically I had better not come out of this movie wanting to strangle Loki, is my point.
(Yes, I have the game on. TV's in another room, so I'm just listening at the moment. Less stressful.)
(Someone's going to write an oral history of the beards at some point, right?)
***
On another note: Dammit, I am going to have to go see frickin' Thor twice because let's be serious about my ability to resist more Winter Soldier trailer (none) and my viewing partners' objections to 3D (high). I suppose I could just wait for the cam version, but it won't be pretty. Damn you, Marvel! You have successfully manipulated me.
So basically I had better not come out of this movie wanting to strangle Loki, is my point.