Can I getta 'amen'?

Was walking in downtown Pitssburgh today and happened to pass the Smithfield Episcopal Church (for those of you in England and Australia and New Zealand and South Africa, that's the American version of Anglican). The folks at this church are quite witty. Look how they nailed today's motivational, thought-provoking notice board message on the head.

'A classic bedtime story'?'

For whom? Vampire kids?

I watched this dvd last night because my internet is down at home and my laptop is being temperamental. Anyway, it's about this pale, drugged-out Narf who climbs out of an apartment complex swimming pool and is "rescued" by the building superintendent.

But all is not as serene as it seems. Grass monsters with green fur, red eyes and yellow fangs lurk in the brush for our sipid heroine. Dangerous stick monkeys (dangerous because it is said they killed their parents the day they were born) attack said grass monster and all is well with the universe and the gal in need of a tan is rescued by the giant eagle!

I think the person who created this was on some pretty strong hallucinogenics. I can't imagine telling ANY child this as a 'classic bedtime story', not even Saddam Hussein's grandchildren!

Dang these things is hot!

If you're looking for a snack that clears your sinuses, look no further. I've found it. Holy cow bells, they're like Chilly Nik Naks.

As opposed to what?

Go on, read what it says under SALMON DINNER, there in the yellow strip. It says, "Made with real salmon".
I don't get it. If it says SALMON DINNER, shouldn't that naturally be made with real salmon? Or should assumptions not be made? These Americans are special people.

Subtitle movie night

What else to do on a cold, snowy winter's night that stay indoors with some hot chocolate and two foreign movies.

I love watching foreign films. You have the picture AND you have subtitles AND the audio. Three things going on at once, your eyes darting between the picture and the subtitles at the bottom of the screen. I'm multitasking tonight.

It's 2am

And I can't sleep. Listless. Restless. Annoyed. So far twenty eleven has been lame, like a bad movie with a slow beginning. Let's hope it picks up. But right now I'm hoping for sleep.

1.1.11

I've welcomed in a New Years at a club in Durban, on a beach in Kuwait, on the Vegas strip, at a cocktail party in New York, and now I can say I've welcomed one in at my apartment in Pittsburgh!

Happy New Year everyone.