Silliness


Can’t get it to embed, so here’s the link:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kVFdAJRVm94

 

 

Saw this on BPhd who got it from flea.  Priceless!

I watched the Oscars last night as I do every year.  I’ve seen so few movies that there was  only one of all the movies nominated for anything that I had seen: Once, nominated for best song.  Because I hadn’t followed all the nomination hype I had’nt even known it was up for it.  Then I got giddy because itwas so remarkable.  So I sat with both toes and fingerse crossed hopinng they would win (and then I changed that to hoping that none of those dreadful songs from Everlasting won (ugh, all totally packaged those pieces) because I didn’t want to be wishing against the cute 11 ear old involved in the other song.)  Anyway, I was thrilled for them when they won.

If you haven’t seen Once,  go and rent it.  It’s is a lovely little film, very low budget, but all the yearning and confusion are so well done.  After I’d seen it I wanted to invite the characters over for coffee to find out what they were up to, but seeing the musicians/actors from the film singing one of the many songs from it was  and winning the Oscar was almost as good.

fyI: the backspace key on my home computer is broken so if some of t my typing over the next few weeks is abysmal, that is why.  Just can’t get the same flow when you have to go back, highlight & delete.

Ooh, kinky.

Sorry folks, this does not involve unusual applications of soft cheese to enhance, uh, interpersonal activities.

Rather, prompted by my promotion from cheese blatherer to cheese scholar by CharleyCarps, I wanted to inform you of the new dream future reality as proposed by mr. jolt: 

He will use his academic career to score visiting professorships (and/or sabbaticals) in places that make yummy cheese (think Spain, New Zealand, etc., etc.).  I will use our time abroad to eat scads of cheese and write pithy books that are cheese-centered travelogues.  The boys will learn other languages and finally appreciate cheeses other than the orange kind that comes with a box of pasta.*

Hmm, now if only I could get the cheese-travelogue book contract to support this new way of life. . .

 *To be fair, BB does like a mild goat cheese.  LB, however, barely tolerates parmesan on his spaghetti, and rebels when mac&chz is presented with the non-neon-orange form of chemical cheese.

I was writing a substantive post, but it wasn’t going very well so I started farting around on youtube and found the following delightful combination of an oldy, but goody from the early days of  second wave of feminism and Hogwartsmania (I hope they redo it to include some footage from the latest movie- although it seems like with each movie Hermione (and Ron) have less and less screentime).

Although, in my opinion, they showed too much of Hermione at the ball from the fourth movie, and not enough of her decking Draco.  And here’s another one, along the same theme, but with more modern music:

So, here I am:

Your Score: Sad Cookie Cat

51% Affectionate, 48% Excitable, 55% Hungry

You are the classic Shakespearian tragedy of the lolcat universe. The sad story of a baking a cookie, succumbing to gluttony, and in turn consuming the very cookie that was to be offered. Bad grammar ensues.

Very cute quiz.  Take it here.  To see all possible results (very funny) go here.

So we’re in the backyard, with another family over for dinner.  Their son and our two boys are squabbling over various trucks, balls, etc.  Finally, after much cajoling to play coopeartively, they stumble on some game that they can all play without appeals to parental intervention every two minutes. 

It involves concocting some mixture with water from the hose, sand from the sandbox and who knows what else in a big, blue bucket.

J inquires as to what they’re making – “Is it soup?”

“No, we’re making . . . (more…)

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