Tidbits
1. For the local foodies, or the unlocal foodies who happen to visit me, or local nonfoodies, or nonlocal foodies who happen to visit me, or just random people in general: new restaurant recommendation: Rendez-Vous, located in an utterly atrocious location without enough parking on Oakland Park Boulevard, but serving truly extraordinary French toast. I'm not usually one to fall into French toast raptures - it's an occasional treat for me - but this was the rapturous sort. Bonus: it's right across the street from a drag queen show, although if I recall correctly that particular drag queen show requires you to order food, so, you might have to eat twice. The difficulties of life. Second bonus: as you might guess from the location, Rendez-Vous offers many, many, buff and cute young gay guys to stare at. Le sigh.
2. People planning on giving birth to the AntiChrist should really budget for it. I'm just saying. Also, these same people should remember that the Antichrist, by all accounts, is not going to be the kindest, most generous sort of dude, so if they're expecting to make money by birthing the Antichrist, they might want to seek a slightly more financially secure route. I'm just saying.
3. Discovery: Microsoft Word thinks that "Antichrist" is just fine, but "AntiChrist" isn't. I'm not sure if I want to know what this means.
4. When someone tells me that they've been asked to transfer the soul of a rat to the soul of a newborn (not coincidentally, the same newborn hoped to be the Antichrist) I am, I must admit, stuck between wondering if I'm being put on, if the person telling me the story was being put on, or if I should just give into my baser instincts and get a raspberry mocha anyway.
5. I am, however, fairly certain that the power outage that happened at Starbucks just in the middle of the animated conversation about the Antichrist was coincidental. Wasn't it?
6. The Subaru Impreza is a very boring car. Even when the salesguy is chatting hopefully to you about its four wheel suspension and its special oil filters. It's a very boring car. No wonder Allstate thought it was a good car for me. I hate you, Allstate.
7. So I finally got around to watching last week's episode of Lost, and while I share blondeheroine's suspicions that the entire episode was written solely to allow us to see a nicely shaved Desmond (and, with her, let me just say, um, Wow. Get more razors on that island, now!), and even though it had been so long since I'd seen Lost that I had absolutely no idea what was going on for the first several minutes (like, um, helicopter?), although, since this is, after all, Lost, that's not exactly an unusual feeling, and I can't help but maintain the feeling that the island's actual purpose is just to guide amazingly good looking people to it and have them make gestures that just happen to show off their best looking parts, presumably for the enjoyment of the island's native goddess (you just watch: that'll be the season finale, complete with a sashaying voluptuous goddess and an announcement that the entire group has been handpicked to be on the first ever "Choose the Goddess Consort" reality TV show, only with a much, much worse title) and even though I could feel the episode greatly lengthening and convoluting my sentences, as we can all see here, my summary: awesome episode, and damn all of you for getting me to watch the show again.
8. Also finally got around to seeing The Spiderwick Chronicles with a group of friends, which was enjoyable enough, but somehow missing something. Some element of magic, perhaps. Part of the problem is that a few of the scenes seem to go on a little too long, given that we pretty much know where the scenes are going, and on occasion the movie meanders off for no particular reason, with no particular payoff, and part of the problem may be that one actor is playing twin brothers Jared and Simon, and clearly greatly prefers playing Simon. Still, as said, enjoyable popcorn flick.
9. And finally, since I've been accused of unfairly targeting The New York Times, allow me to direct my wrath towards The Washington Post, and briefly note that this may well be the single stupidest article printed this year, or indeed the past year, or indeed for the past ten years. So much so, indeed, that I must warn you that the article may melt your brain cells, and that I sense a second and longer response coming.
It can't be that bad, you tell me?
Oh, yes it can. She is judging the intelligence of women by, god help us, GREY'S ANATOMY, and I so wish I were kidding.
2. People planning on giving birth to the AntiChrist should really budget for it. I'm just saying. Also, these same people should remember that the Antichrist, by all accounts, is not going to be the kindest, most generous sort of dude, so if they're expecting to make money by birthing the Antichrist, they might want to seek a slightly more financially secure route. I'm just saying.
3. Discovery: Microsoft Word thinks that "Antichrist" is just fine, but "AntiChrist" isn't. I'm not sure if I want to know what this means.
4. When someone tells me that they've been asked to transfer the soul of a rat to the soul of a newborn (not coincidentally, the same newborn hoped to be the Antichrist) I am, I must admit, stuck between wondering if I'm being put on, if the person telling me the story was being put on, or if I should just give into my baser instincts and get a raspberry mocha anyway.
5. I am, however, fairly certain that the power outage that happened at Starbucks just in the middle of the animated conversation about the Antichrist was coincidental. Wasn't it?
6. The Subaru Impreza is a very boring car. Even when the salesguy is chatting hopefully to you about its four wheel suspension and its special oil filters. It's a very boring car. No wonder Allstate thought it was a good car for me. I hate you, Allstate.
7. So I finally got around to watching last week's episode of Lost, and while I share blondeheroine's suspicions that the entire episode was written solely to allow us to see a nicely shaved Desmond (and, with her, let me just say, um, Wow. Get more razors on that island, now!), and even though it had been so long since I'd seen Lost that I had absolutely no idea what was going on for the first several minutes (like, um, helicopter?), although, since this is, after all, Lost, that's not exactly an unusual feeling, and I can't help but maintain the feeling that the island's actual purpose is just to guide amazingly good looking people to it and have them make gestures that just happen to show off their best looking parts, presumably for the enjoyment of the island's native goddess (you just watch: that'll be the season finale, complete with a sashaying voluptuous goddess and an announcement that the entire group has been handpicked to be on the first ever "Choose the Goddess Consort" reality TV show, only with a much, much worse title) and even though I could feel the episode greatly lengthening and convoluting my sentences, as we can all see here, my summary: awesome episode, and damn all of you for getting me to watch the show again.
8. Also finally got around to seeing The Spiderwick Chronicles with a group of friends, which was enjoyable enough, but somehow missing something. Some element of magic, perhaps. Part of the problem is that a few of the scenes seem to go on a little too long, given that we pretty much know where the scenes are going, and on occasion the movie meanders off for no particular reason, with no particular payoff, and part of the problem may be that one actor is playing twin brothers Jared and Simon, and clearly greatly prefers playing Simon. Still, as said, enjoyable popcorn flick.
9. And finally, since I've been accused of unfairly targeting The New York Times, allow me to direct my wrath towards The Washington Post, and briefly note that this may well be the single stupidest article printed this year, or indeed the past year, or indeed for the past ten years. So much so, indeed, that I must warn you that the article may melt your brain cells, and that I sense a second and longer response coming.
It can't be that bad, you tell me?
Oh, yes it can. She is judging the intelligence of women by, god help us, GREY'S ANATOMY, and I so wish I were kidding.