Respect the Bike Lane
Tonight was wonderful because I could swear I saw a B-52 on the platform of the Broadway-Lafayette stop. The rocker, not the airplane. Though the latter would be rather impressive. Personally, I always thought the link between Brooklyn and Queens should be armored warcraft.
Today also saw my splurging on a DVD set upon its release for the first time in, yes gentle reader, years. Now we all know I love Veronica Mars, but according to the informative packet that I extracted from its innards... MAMA'S FAMILY is also available for purchase. How can I forsake the Sunday morning programming of the WXXA TV-23 of old? Does this make me a Southerner? Roommate hates her Southern origins, prompting the following correspondence: "Dear The South. Please stop talking all the time. The end. Love, Ginny."
To conclude, I should mention that this weekend was very Snakes on a Plane-centric. There was the whole part leading up to it, then there was seeing it, and now there is the glorious aftermath. It's really a metaphor for my life, now that I think about it.
Today also saw my splurging on a DVD set upon its release for the first time in, yes gentle reader, years. Now we all know I love Veronica Mars, but according to the informative packet that I extracted from its innards... MAMA'S FAMILY is also available for purchase. How can I forsake the Sunday morning programming of the WXXA TV-23 of old? Does this make me a Southerner? Roommate hates her Southern origins, prompting the following correspondence: "Dear The South. Please stop talking all the time. The end. Love, Ginny."
To conclude, I should mention that this weekend was very Snakes on a Plane-centric. There was the whole part leading up to it, then there was seeing it, and now there is the glorious aftermath. It's really a metaphor for my life, now that I think about it.