Too funny!
Via that God of Facebook, George Takei:
By now everyone has heard about Roger Ebert’s passing. I have no need to supply links to any news articles. Here, though, is a link to where is column resides. I have been on the edge of sadness since hearing about his death. Finally, this morning I have found myself crying. I can not say why his death is so meaningful. Perhaps it is due to his having made me look at movies so much more then simple jokes, frights, fights, or sex sense.
His reviews with Gene Siskel on “At The Movies” were at times monumental clashes of opinion with the ultimate conclusion for them to agree to disagree. I remember when they first came on the air, before “At The Movies,” there was the appearance they did not like each other. Yet, over the years, you could see a deep friendship develop. In some ways, I wonder if that was more of a draw to watch the show than the movies they reviewed.
I see Roger Ebert’s passing as an end of an era. May he find the movies of the afterlife to be as dramatic, funny, and moving as the best he watched here on Earth.
I have a cold which is causing a pinch in my neck. This always happens. I am going to take a couple of ibuprofen and hope it mellows out. After all these years I have learned that the pain never really goes away.
Via cookie jill over at skippy, my favorite marsupial:
‘nough said.
Not to be confused with boiling frogs, yet the concept is similar!
As you have no doubt been taught (or not) always start with cold water. I usually allow 20 minutes from the time I turn on the stove until they have boiled enough. Next – and this is the important part – I place the pan with the still hot water under the tap in the sink and allow a very small stream of cold water to displace the hot water. Once the water is of a temperature my hands can tolerate comfortably I remove the eggs.
The mistake most people make is they dump out the hot water and add cold water, causing an immediate contraction of the shell, and the irritating membrane that is between the shell and the inner content. Hence the difficulties in peeling said eggs.
Wow. I mean, just wow. I have seen this floating around for a few days, but did not take the time to really listen to Jim Carrey’s latest video. First, I haven’t seen him do this biting of humor since his “In Living Color” days. I had forgotten just how dark he could be with his humor. Of course, it is why I loved him even back then. But the other striking feature is the music itself. It is country music as I remember when I was a kid. I have not heard anything like it since Corporate America took over the country music scene in the late 70s.
Anyway, for your listening and humor pleasure:
I blame same-sex marriage.
When John Cole is on, he is fucking on!
That’s what white (and heterosexual) privilege feel like. It’s that fucking good. You get to feel good about yourself when you have a couple drinks and watch a movie about your country making baby steps towards treating everyone like human beings.
You have to go read the entire post that is before this final paragraph to really get what John is saying. There are people in AA (Alcoholics Anonymous) 20 years who wish they had this kind of personal insight.
Yeah, about that. Woke up this morning when the alarm sounded at 5:00 AM. Even though I set up the grounds, I did not hit the auto button on my coffee machine. So, on my way to the bathroom I groggily hit the on button to get my coffee brewed. Interestingly enough, when I came out of the bathroom, I noticed the carafe sitting in the dry rack. Then I notice the coffee, and grounds, all over the table and floor.
Needless to say my usual routine of writing in my journal was put aside for the obvious task of cleaning up my mess. Now, 35 minutes later I am sitting here, typing away, with a fresh brewed cup of hot, black coffee. Hell no! there is no cream or sugar. My stupidity goes only so far.
Oh, okay, that was harsh. It has been a bad morning.