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- last entry / next entry - 2004-04-08 | 10:06 a.m.
Happy Easter, everybody! You all should know how I feel about James Lileks by now, and how I adore the Gallery of Regrettable Foods, as well as Weight Watchers Cards via Wendy; but this one is even more fascinating because it's *British*. And the 60s were obviously not kind to international cuisine, either. I give you "The World's Worst Food". (Thanks, Joe) No, your monitor's tint function isn't off; it's *supposed* to be that color.
It's amazing what comes out of our parents' era, isn't it? ~~~~~ I'm sooo glad it's Thursday. I've been working terribly hard and we have a 3-day weekend that's going to be spent doing, well, nothing. A whole bunch of nothing, courtesy of the country house. I'm going home and watching some movies and hanging out in my jammies all day and basically being the teenager I was never allowed to be because I had a weekend job and chores and responsibilities and parents who thought that sleeping past 8a was indecent. I'll be mainlining two new obsessions: the British miniseries Ultraviolet that I taped off Sci-Fi (it's miniseries month! yay cable!) and the Matrix trilogy. I love me some Wachowski Bros fight scenes, y'all. The fact that the entire third disc is basically Dune Messiah doesn't bother me in the slightest. Imitation *is* the sincerest form of flattery, you know. I can't wait for spring to get here so I can stop watching the idiot box and start *being* the idiot. Until then, however: Alias counts 'em down to the big finale, I hear 24 is grinding along, and Queer as Folk starts up next week. It's about damn time. ~~~~~ Have you seen those crazy Toys 'r Us commercials with the singing bunnies? I don't know why, but it's oddly addictive...and I'm always searching for it. Something about them singing 'Here comes Peter Cottontail' that just makes me laugh for hours. Oh well. - last entry / next entry - |
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