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I am so fucking sure.

I was on the balcony, and I swear I heard a bird singing, "You're prett-tee, you're prett-tee!" I thought, Bird, you're crazy. Then it occurred to me, Dana, honey, you're talking to birds.

On Friday, we saw the Royal Shakespeare Company's production of The Merchant of Venice. We had amazing fourth row seats, but I'm not sure there's a bad seat in the Courtyard Theatre. The production was so incredibly good. It was dramatic and humorous and just wonderful, with particularly lovely performances* by Shylock, Bassinio, and Portia ( Read more... )

A.) I love Bath.

B.) (And more importantly) HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CHRIS! <3<3<3

One of the peculiar things about England is the commercials. Commercials either fall into the bizarre realm where it's not quite clear what's they're getting at (see chocolate ad with gorilla) or they're really serious (see commercial that makes it seem ok to hit kids, as long as it's at the speed limit).

Old 97's song Question starts out with the following lyrics:

"She woke from a dream
Her head was on fire
Why was he so nervous?"

Poll Question

Articles (grammar) are really important. I heard about this story yesterday on the radio --

AUSTIN - Police backed off their initial descriptions of a mob beating a man to death after a child was hurt by the victim's car, saying today that they are looking for three or four suspects and that fewer than two dozen - not hundreds of - people ( Read more... )

Yesterday, someone brought in Easter candy and set it in a basket on the edge of my desk, complete with an 8" chocolate bunny. The foil came off today, and the bunny is disappearing piece by piece. One of the pharmacists said with a Forest Gump accent, "Liiiife is like a choc-o-lit bun-nay..." and let the maxim trail off as he ate an ear ( Read more... )

Vodka commercial. Vodka commercial. And another vodka commercial.

The last commercial reminds me -- since I read about the resurrection* of the ERA, I've had part of "Sister Suffragette" from Mary Poppins stuck in my head. You know the line that goes, "Though we adore men in-divid-ually, we agree that as a group they're raaaather stoooo-pid." That ( Read more... )