I got my copy of Desperate Housewives Teh Game from Photojunkie today (a million thanks!) and loaded it into my machine.
Wow. My machine sucks! It chugged a few times and when I went to get this screen grab…
..it crashed my machine.
And Bree sounds like a teacher on methadone.
But it’s fun to cook for your man. As you can see, Winkie Freszbotoum is enjoying a dinner with her man, Gayerston.
Hell of a day out there, considering it’s almost 5 days into January. But I always remember that the first week of January can be mild. I remember with odd vividness, closing the door to a small rental van full of my belongings and getting sopping wet from melting ice off the roof of the Old Jail Hostel in Ottawa. I had quit my managing job of that 160+ year old hotel for travellers and was moving back to Toronto at the start of a new year and a new life bla bla bla. How very Mary Tyler Moore!
Today Sharkboy and I are walking through the park to work:
“Beauty day!” I offer.
“Yup.” Pause. “You’re not going to go all Al Gore on me, are you?”
“Nah. But this whole warm thing makes me think of Joan Crawford.” I say, staring at a semi-fat squirrel trying to decide weather or not to remove Hidden Nut #223 for consumption.
“How so?”
“I see the earth as Joan Crawford these days. She’s all sweetness and light but one day she’s going to burst into our rooms and start hitting us with stuff.”
There are some days I wish I was an American. Damn you lame Canadian TV!!! (via Boing Boing!)
I couldn’t help but to think of Vietnam and burning monks. (worksafe)
Thanks to Nutbutter, who never comes around here anymore.
Pics here of the last few pics. You can tell I was giving up trying to keep up with Rod and Bill…
We spent the last day of the cruise at sea, in some pretty heavy chop. We didn’t do very much except crawl around the ship for things to do, including waiting in line for lunch at Johnny Rockets and using up all our coupons for extra slot machine quarters, buying “professional” pics of us in suits or 2 for 1 bar drinks before dinner. Basically we goofed around on deck in the high winds. It wasn’t all that much a “suntanny” kind of day. That night we ate like kings for the last time and saw a show based on Paula Abdul’s song Vibeology. Fun, schmarmy and engaging.
The next day all I can recall is getting up, eating breakfast, getting off the ship, going to the airport, watching the busdriver nearly get left behind due to misplacing his boarding pass and then getting home to Toronto and collapsing in bed.
I do remember one thing though.
Sharkboy and I are waiting for the Busdriver to come back from lost luggage (still checking on his lost camera) and the Postman was in the loo. We’re tired and we have about 3 hours before our flight home. I’m picking my ear and yank out a hair about a half inch long.
“Goodness,” I say. I hold the hair up to Sharkboy who lazily looks at it with polite interest.
“Huh,” he says.
“Wow,” I offer.
We look at each other and in an instant, we start to laugh.
“This is the rest of our lives together, isn’t it?” I ask through the tears. We laugh harder.
Hey kids! Shelly here!
Wow. Simply wow. Well paced, great characters, great story. Go see this movie. It was a great way to start out 2007 movie reviews.
CoM is what a dystopia-themed movie set in England is suppose to look like: dirty, crowded, sad long faces amongst the gray of Tottenham Court Road, jack-booted police waving electroshock wands and “Report Them!” video announcements in grotty public transport. Toss in a sprinkle of speculative new technology and the whole thing looks plausible. Take note, V for Vendetta art department. Without the grime and rust, you just don’t get a sense of human despair. All the while, this movie never talked down to you about why the world has become infertile, it just mixed hope and dread so well that it was like a water gun fight on a hot summer’s day.
(spoiler)
At one point I thought to myself: Hey! I’m liking Michael Cane’s performance here! And if you can get me pass that feeling midway through the movie, then the movie is doing a great job. Then they shot him. Damn it!
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I give this one 4.75 shells out of 5.
And if you land lubbers want to walk down memory lane (as you’re wont to do at the end of a year), here is a quick link to my reviews over 2006. Enjoy!
It’s been going on for about 6 months now. It’s nothing new, really. I’ve heard of couples doing this sort of game for years on end. Or variations on the theme:
Hide the Spongebob panties on/in/under each other’s stuff.
I just now pulled the lime green offensive things (unworn, thankfully) out of my rucksack. At the office. The two women in my cube just saw it and I had to explain myself. Why I had panties. At work.
It’s been restricted to being hidden on/in/under the personal belongings in the bedroom but lately we’ve branched out: I had hid them in his luggage for the cruise, in hopes that Customs would pull them out during some random inspection. He has stuffed them into at least every shoe I own – at the campground. He’s put his head on them a couple times when he’s gone to bed. Now I think I’m going to put them in the freezer or inside the shower head.
Oh yes. This is still on, motherfoosher!
Joan would leave semi-empty cans of Coke everywhere around her house
Once we put a whole case of Coke cans into her dryer as a gag
Joan introduced me to The Sparks with Kimono My House
Once she lit her hair on fire with one of those pear shaped, cheapo restaurant candles
Joan was the smartest, yet unpretentious person I knew in high school
Joan called us theatre fags but yet still hung around us
Once she kept playing Mexican Radio by Wall of Voodoo when the acid started to kick in
Once she complained that she was being treated by us like “one of the guys”
Joan dressed the way she wanted
Once we made fun of her when she got a boyfriend
Joan’s mom was cool
The last time I saw Joan was when I told her I was gay. She lit a cigarette and said “So?”
Back from Montreal and Brockvegas with all my swag! Best gift? RocoLoco for the PSP. A Spanish (?) version of Katamari Damanci. Weirdest gift? As Seen on TV, folding TV tables. I felt a bit Addicted to As Seen on TV Products French and Saunders skit as I opened it.
And to cap off the holiday season, Sharkboy has ordered me to post this video. Here’s to a new year!
I’m gone to Montreal to see the In-Laws and get some prezzies. We here at Deadrobot Heavy Industries wish you all a happy and healthy holiday, whatever you celebrate!
Amy! Good Gorrilla! Kiss! Amy Kiss!
Oh lord, who sat me near the ape?
Hush Shelly, please get along. It’s Xmas!
She smells like straw and ape pee.
Amy! Hit! Amy eat shell! Amy break!
Bring it, Neanderthal!
Ah me. The time for people to come together. Shelly, put down that fruit cake…