The Return of House!Raka... not that you care, but this is too ridiculous not to share.
I ate his Raka with some fava beans and a nice Chianti.
Which movie was this quote from?
You guys. You have to watch the Rose Bowl Parade. Yeah, and look for the St. Louis float because the skeleton coral on the back, the one on the left side? ALL ME, BABY. *shrugs* There might have been some other people.
...I hurt my ankle again. Yes, I'm limping. I fell off the float (I wasn't high up, I just lost my footing) and the back of my ankle hit the frame of the scaffolding, and yes. Mucho ow-ing. I didn't even notice I was bleeding until later. Like, after I hit my ankle, I reached down to feel it, right? So then, thirty minutes later, I look at my hand and oh look! Blood. And by that time there was blood all over the insides of the sneakers I was wearing. And they weren't even my sneakers! They totally wouldn't let me in with flip-flops so I had to wear these gross white sneakers from a SHOE BUCKET (yes, bucket, not box) that were like, two sizes too big for my tiny elf feet. And when they saw my flip-flops, the guy was like, "What? This isn't the beach!" and he kept pointing at me and yelling, "BEACH!" at his green-jacketed mafia buddies.
This was the same ankle that I sprained at the Save Darfur! benefit. WHERE IS MY VICODIN AND MY CANE???
What is up with actors? I mean, two movies that I would never, ever watch: We Are Marshall and Rocky Balboa. But hey, look! Matthew "Foxy" Fox is in Marshall. And Milo Ventimiglia is in Rocky. So now I feel like watching both of them.
Oh, wait. I also hurt my face. Like, the bone right under my eyebrow. It's cut. And bruised. It hurts. Me and my peeps were sitting in the back of the bus, right? And who does our lovely Key Club hire? THE DISCO METRO. Okay, okay. You guys don't know about this, but it's like this really disco-fied bus with leopard print seats and disco balls and pictures of the Partridges on the walls. People use it for bachelorette parties. So anyway. The four of us were sitting in the back. I was on one end, and the two in the middle decided to play a "game": namely, smoosh the people on the ends whenever there is a turn. Lucky for me, the bus didn't turn to the right much. But when it did, they came rushing towards me, and I leaned forward to avoid being smooshed. And when I did, my face hit this plastic bucket thing. AND OW, AGAIN. Yesterday was just not my day.
ETA: My favorite Gregory Peck picture EVER.
This picture is just... GUH. I mean, Gregory Peck, holy shit. And the arms on this man, Jesus Christ.
Also, two really great Alex Kapranos pictures.
Okay, what. How much do I love this man? SO VERY MUCH. Why is his shirt even unbuttoned? Such a little whore.
Awwwwwwwwwwwwww. He looks so tiny and cold. Also, WWII theme FTW!!! It's so... so Schindler's List. I just want to hug his wee little Greco-Scottish Huntley self. I really want him to be my biffle.
You know, the hair looks like it really bothers him...
Is Milo gonna hafta knock a bitch out?
FIN. My first ever picspam.