I have either an unhealthy obsession with The Village People or with nachos… or perhaps both, because as I was just now making nachos I was “singing” at the top of my lungs:
NACHO NACHO MAAAAAN!
I WANNA BE A NACHO MAAAAN!repeat ad nauseum
That boy just ain’t right.
and now for Sports…
I admit it, I am not a fan of baseball. I can’t bear to watch it on TV, and I barely even take a passing interest when the World Series comes along. I do like going to games, but only for the social aspects of it, and I would never initiate it amongst my friends. Having said that, I am still shocked at this whole Angels celebration thing. They had their parade at Disneyland.
Disneyland.
The location is not what bothers me; The Happiest Place On Earth™ seems almost appropriate, actually. It’s the fact that fans had to pay $45 to get into the park in the first place. Fans that otherwise weren’t that interested in going to The Magic Kingdom™. Fans that weren’t there to go on Mr. Toads Wild Ride™ or subsist entirely on churros while checking out The Pirates of the Caribbean™. Fans that had been paying exorbitant ticket prices all season long and shelling out for satellite TV to see the games had to then pay an additional fee just to celebrate with their favorite team. That sickens me.
Luckily, the real national pastime started tonight; and even though it was a bit of a fitful start with many fouls, low scores, and more defense than offense across the league, I think it’s going to shape up to be an exciting season… especially with my two favorite teams being engaged in the biggest rivalry since Lakers-Celtics.
OK, maybe that’s a bit of an exaggeration, but it’s already getting good.
And, when the Lakers 4-peat for the first time since 1961 when the Celtics did it (the fact that they went on to 8-peat is hardly the point), you can be rest assured that they will have their parade down the public streets of LA, for free like it should be.
Girrrl, you must be slip’en
I was at Fry’s this morning… you know, hanging out with the cool kids, and went ahead and planted myself in front of the magazines for awhile. You know how we do what we do.
At any rate, (and not that I was looking [of course], interested more, as I was, in the more erudite pursuits housed within the pages of Wired, Nerd’s Quarterly, and the like) but I noticed that m’girl Britney was only…ONLY, featured on one of the plethora of teen-aimed magazine covers.
*shock* and *dismay*!!!
*dismay* and then *shock*!!!
Teen People? No, a rap artist.
YM? No, that loser from American Idol
Bop? Well OK, so I didn’t see Bop, but the very fact that Britney’s smiling face was not immediately apparent with but a simple glance at the magazine rack portended the real truth of the matter: that girl be slip’en.
And so I left, somewhat disillusioned at this new world I don’t know, and bought batteries like I meant to in the first place. fin
What I Did On My Summer Vacation, or Saturday Anyway
So Saturday was doing the typical Halloween type thing: pumpkin carving and glorious glorious impulse buying.
RE: impulse buying. Imagine, if you will, standing in line at the market, your stuff on the belt consisting of: ice cream, Butterfingers, Oreos, Kit Kats, Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, M&M;’s. strawberries, and blueberries. In front of you, someone else’s purchases are at the ready, all vegetables and yogurt. Ahhh, dichotomy.
(Thanks to goatee style, by the way, for the pumpkin pattern…it being my first attempt with such a thing)
Anybody else notice how Blogger got hacked, temporarily? Mildly interesting. Because of this I wasn’t able to post my latest results from a thrilling online personality quiz *cough cough*
Shucks, now I don’t even feel like it.
I saw Punch-Drunk Love (notice ubiquitous blogger-link to IMDb, just like everyone else, lemming), the other night, and I was not disappointed. I love weird and quirky movies to begin with, and this was definitely one of their ilk. I would be remiss if I didn’t give much-deserved props to Opera Man, whose acting ranged from manic anger to quiet stillness… really really pleasantly surprised to see something other than the drunken yelling of Billy Madison.
So, in summary, pretty awesome if you like the weirdness of a Rushmore mixed with a bit of odd Sleepless in Seattle-ish love story. Recommended.
Well, they seem to have caught the sniper(s), or at least some people that were definitely up to no good:
Two men arrested overnight in connection with the sniper hunt were in a car that contained a trap door and a rifle capable of firing the type of bullets used in the Washington-area sniper attacks.... A former Army soldier and a teenager, arrested at a Maryland rest stop... were identified as John Allen Muhammad, 41, and Lee Malvo, 17. Said one source: �The general sentiment is we got our guys.�
Let’s hope so.
Oh, and luckily Donahue will be on hand to try and decipher what the cryptic sniper message, “like a duck in a noose” meant. For some reason this strikes me as extremely funny.
There are three types of people that got to the market at this time of day:
1. house-wives/husbands. With or without 2.4 kids, sometimes accompanied by a nanny, usually ethnic, though not required (existence of nanny proportional to number of kids involved in AYSO)
2. very old people that are retired
3. youngish people like me that are, ummm, retired
And every group recognizes the other. Unfortunately, number 3, of which I am obviously a member, is by far the most embarrassing, recognized not only by our age and general defeated look; but, by our several minute internal debate weighing the relative cost advantages versus taste discrepancies when comparing the generic brand of taco seasoning against the 15¢ more name-brand one.
For some reason beyond my comprehension, Halloween pumpkin-lots in my area are inextricably and forever linked to large, inflatable slides. I can’t immediately see the connection between the holiday and the sight of tweens plummeting down 20 feet of nylon; but, then I’ve been known to be embarrassingly obtuse, so…
