I applaud the sentiment, but

I applaud the sentiment, but dude, was this really the best way to go about expressing your discontent?

One thing's for sure, though. No screener was able to sleep through that.

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OUCH! I don't even have

OUCH!

I don't even have the plumbing but, damn, that had to have hurt.

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Yeah. After minimal blogging this

Yeah. After minimal blogging this past couple of weeks, I am deserting
you once more: I am off to the hometown for the weekend. I haven't seen
the parentals since January and since Mr. H. was traversing down to the
Big O, I thought I'd hitch a ride with him. There's really nothing on
the agenda for this trip, other than that my sister and I are going to
see 311 tonight---for free! The City of Omaha is celebrating its 150th
Birthday this weekend, and this is part of the festivities. should be a
good time. The husband, on the other hand, will be spending his weekend
here, rebuilding wee bastard (another reason I haven't been posting
much this week. Running more than one window at a time seems to make
the damn thing crash, so he's going to fix the jerk), so unless my
mother is willing to give up her WiFi laptop, I won't be blogging.
Besides, there are numerous nieces, nephews, brothers and sisters and,
of course, my father, that I need to see and chat with. Oh, and send up
a few Hail Mary's that the husband is, indeed, able to fix my computer.
Barring any unforseen circumstances, I'll be back blogging on Monday.
In the meantime, I'm going to ask all of you to go and read about James' battle to make diabetes disappear. To get directly to the part where you slap your credit card down and give, go here.
I thank you in advance for your generous donations, the first donation
that is for $50 gets a Gmail accout from Rich. STILL. I'm itching (and
I know Rich is too) to give away that Gmail account, so give, kids.
Give. It's tax deductible. As I'm seeing James this weekend, there
would be nothing better than to show him that people all over the
blogosphere want to help him make his diabetes disappear. Ok, guilt
trip over. I need to go and get ready to leave. Have a great weekend!

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Rich is getting desperate. His

Rich is getting desperate.

His Blogs Across America trip is coming up quickly and he's in serious
need of a few beds along the way. If you happen to be a. a blogger and
b. happen to live between either Tucson and Colorado Springs or Detroit
and Queens, NY, take pity on the boy and give him a bed for the night.
Chances are seldom sober can clean your liquor cabinet out of all the
cheap booze your clients gave you for Christmas last year. I, myself,
am planning on foisting a bottle of Seagrams 7 on him. Canadian
whiskey. Bleh. Hey, and if cleaning the liquor cabinet isn't good
enough for you, know that you get a nifty t-shirt out of the deal.

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Get it? Heheheh. I'm just

Get it? Heheheh. I'm just so damn punny on Saturdays. Arf. Whatever.
Anyway, Steve-o at El Llamabutchers has some more meme's up this morning. They're always on top of these things, and I find them fun, so let's get wacky.

1) What moment from what movie still makes you laugh out loud - no matter how many times you see it?

Anything from The Sure Thing.
I might have mentioned it before, but if I didn't, my brother David was
addicted to this flick back in the day when we all still lived under
the same roof. This, of course, was back in the day when it cost $80 to
buy a movie on VHS. Dave rented this thing at least once a week because
he couldn't afford the $80. And never fail, my father would always and
forever walk in on the one scene where Nicollette Sheridan is running
up the beach in her white bikini, reminiscent of Bo Derek in 10,
and would cry, "All you kids watch is smut!" Dad's histrionics aside,
we kept renting and watching it. And I still love it. That movie is
full of good laughs. Particular favorite? The speech John Cusack's Gib
gives Daphne Zuniga's Allison while she's swimming laps.

"I flunk English, I'm outta here. I gotta get a job, and
you know what that means. That's right, they start me at the drive-up
window and I gradually work my way up from shakes to burgers, and then
one day my lucky break comes: the french fry guy dies and they offer me
the job. But the day I'm supposed to start some men come by in a black
Lincoln Continental and tell me I can make a quick 300 just for driving
a van back from Mexico. When I get out of jail I'm 36 years old. Living
in a flop house. No job. No home. No upward mobility. Very few teeth.
And then one day they find me, face down in the gutter, clutching a
bottle of paint thinner and why? Because you wouldn't help me in
English."

I can still recite that from memory, complete with all the dramatic
pauses and jumps into the pool. I can also quote the whole "You can't
name the kid Elliot," dissertation, and the "Barkeep! Bring my friend a trough of spritzer!" scene. Too damn funny.

2) What moment from what movie still makes you cry like a baby - no matter how many times you see it?

Schindler's List. Trite and made to make you weep, I know, but
it still does the trick. The scene where Oskar is hit by the
realization that he could have done more, saved more lives, and breaks
down---gets me every time. Same with the evacuation of the Ghetto,
where you watch Oskar follow the little girl with the colored coat's
pathway to hiding.
Also see The English Patient where Ralph Fiennes' patient
silently pleads with Juliette Binoche's Hannah to help him end his
life. She's about to dose him with morphine, and he silently pushes
more and more vials of the stuff toward her, and she finally breaks out
in tears at the thought of doing such a thing, because she loves him in
her own way, while knowing it's the right thing to do. Man. I'm tearing
up right now just thinking of it. 3) What moment from what movie made you actually turn your head
from the screen - either in fear, revulsion, or contempt for the fact
that you actually paid money to see the film?

Ok, three separate circumstances, three separate films.

Fear: Silence of the Lambs.
The scene in the basement, when the lights go out and Buffalo Bill is
watching Clarice through night vision goggles. He reaches out and,
while not touching her and giving away his position, just moves the air
by her, just to screw with her. OH GOD! That's scary as hell. I
couldn't watch it the first time I saw that movie. Obviously, I have
since, but I still squirm and watch it through my hand. Revulsion: Jurassic Park. The original. The husband was a big
fan of this book and he really wanted to see the movie, so back when he
was The Boyfriend, we went to go and see it. I spent most of the movie
turned away from the screen, holding my hands over my ears. I'm not one
to complain about too much violence in movies, but this one was just
way too much for me. It was disgusting, and when the T-Rex ate the guy
who'd ran to the bathroom...well, that was enough for me.
Contempt: Moulin Rouge. I actually liked most of this movie,
but man that scene where Jim Broadbent starts warbling "Like A Virgin"
to the Duke? Oy. ML and I went to see it together and moment that
scene's ultimate musical destination became patently obvious, I told
her, "Perfect moment for a potty break," and I rose to go to the
restroom. When I came back, she said, "I wish I'd gone with you." 4)What is one single moment from a film that is indelibly etched
in your brain? Not a scene or a sequence exactly, but three or four
seconds from a movie that contain an image or phrase or concept that
transcends normal movies?

Godfather II: "Fredo, you broke my heart!" You knew up until
that moment in time that Michael was ruthless and, in a sense, had just
been working his way up to where he thought he needed to be, but that
moment is breathtaking because you knew that Fredo wasn't long for this
world, and Michael had reached the point where he thought it was a
necessary step to off his brother. Ok, now for the second meme of the
day: High School Dance Music Burned in Your Brain.
Man, where to start. It all depends upon who was playing at said dance.
I went to an all-girls school so dances were lots of fun, particularly
when Prep (the main la-di-dah boys school) hosted them. More boys than
at our dances. When I was a freshman, there was a garage band made up
of Prep seniors, many of whom I knew because they'd gone to my grade
school, and they'd cleverly named themselves "Various Artists." I was
in LOVE (or thought I was...can't even remember his last name now) with
the lead guitarist and every time they played, you could find me in the
front row, dancing, gazing up with wonder at him, and, in general, just
simpering with pleasure at his proximity. GAG! Besides satisfying my
fifteen-year-old fantasies, they also played really good music and were
technically proficient, meaning they didn't sound like crap. Some of
their repetoire:
1. U2, Walk Away
2. The Clash, Rock the Casbah
3. The Romantics, What I Like About You
4. Shout
5. Simple Minds, Don't You Forget...
6. Tears for Fears, Everybody Wants To Rule The World
7. Beatles, Any number of their hits. Back in the USSR, Can't Buy Me
Love, Paperback Writer (I would swear this is why I still love this
song), Drive My Car, etc.
8. The Police, Message in a Bottle, Every Little Thing She does is
Magic
But, like I said, these guys were all seniors when I was a
freshman---they graduated and moved on. So, the rest of my time in high
school was occupied by either mediocre bands that I can't remember, or
DJ's, which were always a little bit of fun because they played music
most bands wouldn't dare attempt.
Memorable examples.
1. Salt-n-Pepa, Push It
2. DJ Rob, It Takes Two I may not be internationally known, but I've been known to rock the microphone...
3. Tone Loc with his Funky Cold Medina
4. MAARS, Pump Up the Volume
5. Lean on Me...and no, I'm not talking about the Ben E. King version
6. Yaz
7. New Order
8. Erasure, Chains of Love is a particular favorite.
9. Beastie Boys, You Gotta Fight, for your right to parrrrrrtaaaaay!
10. The Cure. Try catching a catholic school boy lead singer warbling
"Boys Don't Cry." A snowball has better odds of surviving hell.
Apparently, they didn't need to stoop that low to bag the babes. 11.
RUN-DMC and Aerosmith, Walk this Way. I still prefer this version over
the original. Sorry, guys.
12. Paula Abdul, Straight Up
13. Prince, Purple Rain and Let's Go Crazy. No self-respecting bad
would cover those songs. EVER.

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And here I was planning

And here I was planning on blogging over the three-day weekend. Alas,
however, laziness and other things intruded on my master plan to
conquer and dominate the blogosphere with fresh content!
while all the other bloggers took the weekend off. This always happens:
no one ever blogs over long weekends. Something about having lives, I
suppose. I don't really have one, hence, I came up with the master plan
of blogging whilst no one else was, you know, just in case I could pick
up the slack. Big dog bloggers would hail and thank me, and as a result
I would suddenly be getting more hits than the instadog. Pshaw. I just
couldn't bring myself to bother.
Everyone bugged out of town this weekend. Off to a cabin in the
northwoods or wherever, Cake Eater Land seemed like a ghost town.
Which, on the whole, was rather nice. It was very quiet around here,
which I like, but there was just enough traffic that I didn't freak out
at the overall silence of the place. Phew. Because we all know how
prone I am to freaking out at silence. Anyway, The husband spent a good
portion of Saturday over at ML and the Doctor's house, helping them to
drywall their sons' bedroom. Mr. H. used to rent a room from ML, but as
he moved out and into his own apartment in January, the Doctor and ML,
two home repair junkies, have been plotting to redo his former room.
Their sons are 14 and 13 and they're huge.
Their eldest has gone from being the same height as me to looming over
me---and all within the space of a year. More space was
needed---desperately. Hence the remodel. But they wanted to do it
themselves, because they like that sort of thing. Well, they needed
some help of the masculine sort to bring sheetrock up from the garage
and to shove framing into the walls, etc. This was the second Saturday
he'd spent over there, and other than a bit of bitching about the
choice of steel framing over wood, he was as happy as a clam. Renting
is all well and good until one realizes that the opportunities to fix
worthwhile things are far and few between. The husband likes to fix
things---and he's good at it. Alas, however, he has to get his groove
on on other people's projects. Along with framing and drywalling, he
also got to help rewire the room, and of course he got to play with
saws and nail guns and screw guns and all those nifty power tools one
would need to accomplish such a job. As a result, he went about the
rest of the weekend with a well-satisfied, manly-man air about him.
Sunday, of course, was the 4th, and while we had no parties to go to
(usually we have an alley BBQ, but the ringleaders had also bugged out
of town, so no party this year), we still managed to fill the day with
worthwhile Independence Day activities. The fair fiefdom of Cake Eater
Land sponsors a parade, which conveninently, rumbles through a few
blocks from the Cake Eater Apartment. Even though Cake Eater Land is
convieniently located within a major metropolitan area, the parade
route ending just a block away from the Minneapolis Province of the
People's Republic of Minnesota, the parade has a definite small-town
feel to it---or so the husband says. The route is about a mile long: it
starts at city hall and ends in downtown Edina. There aren't any
intricate corners which would require serious maneuvering on the part
of the marching bands---it's a straight shot, which makes it ideal for
parade amateurs: juggling academies, Cake Eater Soccer Leagues, Cub
Scout troops, the Middle School marching band, and so on and so forth.
And there are lots
of kids. The under-18 demographic is well represented in the parade.
Since there are kids in the parade, there is also a goodly amount of
candy presented to the spectators as bribes for putting up with the
slowness. Whipped from small children's hands, the candy is hurled at
the spectators with the speed and force of a Roger Clemens' fastball.
If you're sitting on the curb, the chances you'll get beaned by a
Werther's Original are pretty darn good. Most people want the candy,
but they do take a defensive posture and cower in fear when the Tootsie
Pops come out: you could lose an eye that way.
I have to say, I was surprised to read Lileks
this morning. I've mentioned before that Lileks and I share a
neighborhood, only he lives over in the Province of Minneapolis,
whereas we live in Cake Eater Land. The husband and I joke frequently
that you couldn't pay us to live over there: the taxes are twice as
high and you don't get nearly as much bang for your buck as you do in
Cake Eater Land, meaning the snow gets plowed here, where across the
street in Minneapolis Province, it's a veritable demolition derby. Who
knew the difference was this pronounced, though?

Earlier in the afternoon we went to the park for a parade.
All the kids go around the block driving patriotically festooned bikes
and trikes. Exactly two American flags present in the entire parade:
Gnat had one, and a little tiny Hmong kid had one taped to his baby
carriage.
We were led by a fellow banging on an Indian drum. At least one
onlooker got into the spirit, and held up a boombox that played Sousa
marches. (But not too loudly.) There was one flag hanging off a tree,
which was nice, but somehow I expected more. Was there ever more?
Probably not. It just seems like there should be, but as I̢۪ve noted
before you don̢۪t see a lot of flags in this neighborhood. You might
wonder why. The answer is because most people don̢۪t have one.
My powers of deduction are quite extraordinary, no?

You could have gone blind with all the red, white and blue that was on
display at the Cake Eater Parade. Amazing, no? And Lileks doesn't live
that far away from here: within a mile or two (to the best of my
knowledge---this is just something I've sussed out from reading The
Bleat. I'm not stalking the guy. Yet. It's just that I've noticed that
his Target is my Target. His pizza delivery guy is my
pizza delivery guy---and he really is MY pizza delivery guy---I've been
ordering from Paradise Pizza for five years. Lileks is a newbie.). Yet,
he completely missed all the flag waving. He missed the Middle School
marching band playing Mouret's Rondeau, which is more popularly known as the theme from Masterpiece Theater,
and doing a pretty impressive job with it. He missed the pipers and the
drummers. He missed the smaller Ragtime bands, who were towed on pickup
trucks. He missed people removing themselves from their comfy lawn
chairs as numerous Homor Guards went by. But mostly he missed the
endless line of Vets in HMMVV's, WWII-era Jeeps and Trucks, and in
particular one Marine who was eighty if he was a day, in dress uniform,
marching with the Korean Vets, his posture upright and very
Marine-like. This man managed to keep time with his younger compadres
even though he had to use a cane to get around. Lileks missed all of
this because he lives over in Minneapolis Province: in Cake Eater Land
(which, if you hadn't guessed already) is one of the few suburbs here
in the Cities that's overwhelmingly Republican. Jump a street and an
area code and it's a whole different world.
Kinda sad, isn't it? Anyway, the rest of the day was filled with a walk
around Lake Harriet, where the husband decided to fire up a cigar and
ticked off most of our fellow walkers with the smoke. He didn't mind
and decided to smile heartily about it, but, as it happened, he was a
handy man to have around that afternoon: some picknickers needed fire
to light their barbeque and, as he had his lighter available, he was
able to help them out where the multitudes had failed. (HA!) At the
bandshell, the Minnesota Pops were finishing up their concert and we
listened to a little Irving Berlin and some Copeland, not to mention
the requisite Tchiakovsky. Later on, we drove over to one of the local
country clubs to watch fireworks. They don't advertise, and I'm not
going to name them lest I ruin it for everyone else, but they allow
neighborhood folks onto their beautiful golf course to watch their
fireworks. And it's a nice show. Every municipality here puts on a
fireworks extravaganza. If you're on high-ground, from our centralized
location, you could conceivably see fireworks in every direction. But
we're not on high ground, so we have to go somewhere to see a show.
While these municipal shows are always huge and impressive, the
downsides are many. You have to get there hours in advance to get a
good spot. Parking is a nightmare, etc. This club's proximity, however,
allows for us to go and see some fireworks without it being a hassle,
which, in our humble estimation, adds to the fun: it shouldn't be a
pain in the ass to see some fireworks. While it's a smaller show, they
shoot the things off right over your head, so all you really need to do
is lie back on the grass and you've got the best seat in the house.
Last year was my first year at this show and I'm telling your right now
that as long as I live in this neighborhood, I'm never going to a
different fireworks show. The husband wasn't able to attend last year,
so this was his first year at this show and he was very
impressed. Mr. Gunpowder himself was pleased with the sights, sounds
and smells of this experience, so much so that he was satisfied, which
is unusual. Usually when he sees a large fireworks show, the first
thing he wants to do is go shoot off some bottle rockets or unload half
a pack of Black Cats. Somehow, a large show only makes him want more
and that wasn't a possibility this year: we hadn't gone anywhere to buy
fireworks of the illegal sort. But, knowing him, I was willing to
compromise: I said if he wanted to go and buy some of legal (read lame)
fireworks, he could do so. If we'd been at a larger show, he would be
jonesing badly enough to settle for some lame fountains. Not this time.
This time I was finally able to prove that bigger isn't always better.
A rare victory for me, so you'll have to forgive me if I'm still
savoring it two days later.
Yesterday was filled with lame activities like laundry and the like,
but it was a nice quiet day to cap off a busy weekend, which isn't
always a bad thing. Honestly, I don't know if there's a better holiday
than Independence Day. It's a wonderful thing: food, music, and
gunpowder. Could you honestly ask for anything better on a beautiful
summer's day? I think not.
Anyway, it's probably going to be a short week of blogging. Tomorrow
you might get something out of me in the morning, but my sister and her
family are in-state for their yearly vacation and we'll be traveling
out of the city to visit them tomorrow and part of Thursday. On Friday
evening they will be arriving to spend the weekend with us here in
town, and I've already been informed that they want to ride the new
light-rail line (apparently, the opening has been covered extensively
in the Omaha paper and they're pumped to see and ride it)and we'll be
doing other family-oriented stuff this weekend. It should be good fun
and I'm looking forward to the one time a year when a family member
visits me,
rather than the other way round. I've less encumbrances (read small
children), and it's easier for me to go to them than vice versa. It
will be good to see them, as I haven't been down to Omaha, where they
live, since January. Robert and I should have our final JANE AUSTEN CAGE MATCH
essays up later today and then it will be your turn to vote on who
should win: Emma or Lizzie. And I think we all know who you'll be
voting for, don't we? Hmmmm?

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James, it's Central Daylight Time.

James, it's Central Daylight
Time. CDT. Or do they not have Daylight Savings Time over in the
rarefied air of Jasperwood? No falling back or springing forward? Wow.
That would be cool. But you'd have to pay higher taxes to avoid
switching your clocks. Minneapolis Province is (to use the local
vernacular)spendy.
(And yes, this is a nitpicky little post, but God, when you catch
Lileks on a mistake, you feel the need to jump ALL OVER IT, because you
know it won't happen again anytime soon. Besides, if he's true to his
word, by the time most of my readers show up and hit the link, that
post will have been replaced with the good, mistake-free stuff.)

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Oh, and Rich keeps harping

Oh, and Rich keeps harping on link whoring this Newsfeed thingy.

Harp. Harp. Harp. God, what a nag.

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Mark one down for equality!

Mark one down for equality!
I haven't seen the world end yet. No frogs. No locusts. No blood in the
water or on the moon. None of the usual signs of the coming apocalypse
have reared their ugly little heads. But then again, I don't get out
much. I could have missed a frog or two just because I'm a homebody,
so, if the world is starting on its downward spiral because two married lesbians want to get a divorce, tell me, will you? I wouldn't want to be left out of the loop on this one.

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I'm a sucker for these

I'm a sucker for these things. Shoot me. 35 Things,

1. WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR BEDROOM WALLS? White. I rent. Nuff said.

2. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW? The Queen of the South
By Arturo Perez-Reverte. Favorite Author. Great words. Disappointing
subject matter. Will revisit this subject when done reading it. 3.
WHAT'S ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? Don't have one. 4. FAVORITE BOARD GAME?
Scrabble.
5. FAVORITE MAGAZINE? The Economist, although let the subscription
lapse. Fortunately for me, however, they still haven't cut off my
online access. Whooeee! Free content.
6. FAVORITE SMELL? The smell right before it rains.
7. FAVORITE COLOR? RED!
8. LEAST FAVORITE COLOR? Ochre aka "puke"
9. HOW MANY RINGS BEFORE YOUR ANSWERING MACHINE PICKS UP? Four or five,
depending upon which end of the line you're on. If you're calling in,
it's four and then it switches to voice mail. If you're in the house
and forgot to turn off the ringers, it's five, but if you pick up on
the fifth ring, there won't be anyone there. Hence it makes you wonder
why you get that unimportant fifth ring in the first place. 10. MOST
IMPORTANT MATERIAL THING IN MY LIFE? My computer. And the husband's,
because of course it's the one that connects me to the internet.
11. FAVORITE FLAVOR OF ICE CREAM? Chocolate. Just plain chocolate, none
of that fancy schmancy dark Bavarian chocolate crap.
12. DO YOU BREAK THE SPEED LIMIT DAILY? Oh yeah. Sometimes I even do it
flagrantly and with a great deal of panache.
13. DO YOU HAVE A STUFFED ANIMAL IN YOUR ROOM SOMEWHERE? Yeah. My
stuffed Grover is in my closet. He only comes out when the husband is
out of town. Sad, I know, but his lumpiness is more comforting than
holding on to a pillow. I've had him since I was six years old. 14.
STORMS - COOL OR SCARY? COOL!
15. FAVORITE DRINK? Chardonnay. Sapphire and Tonic, lime on the bottom.
Milk and Diet Coke with Lime. 16. WHEN IS YOUR BIRTHDAY? November. As
if there were any doubt about it, yes, I AM a Scorpio. Not that I put
any faith in that astrology bunk, but on the whole, my personality
seems to fit.
17. FAVORITE VEGETABLES? Spinach, cucumbers, tomatoes, artichokes. I
could go on. 18. IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY JOB, WHAT WOULD IT BE? PAID
novelist. I'm a novelist of the unpaid variety currently.
19. IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY COLOR HAIR, WHAT WOULD IT BE? I like my brown
with the "caramely golden highlights" (Can you guess how many times
Shane had to say that for me to get it?) It suits me.
20. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN LOVE? Duh.
21. TOP THREE FAVORITE MOVIES (IN ORDER)? Oh, man. In order? And you're only limiting me to three? I don't think so. But here they are, out of order, and only representative of a very long list. Raiders of the Lost Ark, Rear Window
and Roman Holiday. For now. And it's only representative.
22. DO YOU TYPE WITH YOUR FINGERS ON THE RIGHT KEYS? Yep. Except I
still haven't figured out the right shift key yet. 23. WHAT'S UNDER
YOUR BED? A dustbunny refugee camp. The WHO and UNHCR, along with a
number of other NGO's, have deemed it to be cholera-free, and are very
pleased with the conditions overall, but they're still concerned about
the original conditions that led the dustbunnies to take refuge there
in the first place. 24. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE NUMBER? Zero. I love that
they had to invent it.
25. FAVORITE SPORT TO WATCH ON TV & IN PERSON? They're pretty much
the same: college basketball, football and occasionally college
baseball (hey, I grew up in Omaha, the home of this.)I'm
gaining an appreciation of pro hockey and I love going to Minnesota
Wild games, but watching hockey on TV leaves a little to be desired.
26. WHAT IS YOUR SINGLE BIGGEST FEAR? Public speaking. I'm one of those
people who would rather off-themselves than get up in front of a group
of people and be coherent. Heights are a VERY close second, with
suspension bridges rounding out the top three.
27. FAVORITE CD OF ALL TIME & RIGHT NOW? I have no idea. I'm sure
Mr. H. will berate me for failing to choose, but since the man has no
Winamp or Real Player on his computer, he's more into CD's than I am.
28. FAVORITE TV SHOW OF ALL TIME & RIGHT NOW? All time? Well, that
would have to be Moonlighting. Loved that show. Remington Steele also holds a very special place in my heart. Pierce....ooooh, sigh. Right now? Hmmmm. Probably CSI.
We watch it every week. Religiously. (And yes, they'd better hire
George Eads back. That Jorja Fox person can stay away, however, as she
annoys me.)
29. HAMBURGERS OR HOT DOGS? Why choose?
30. THE COOLEST PLACES YOU'VE EVER BEEN? London. Want. To. Go. Back. Badly.

31. WHAT WALLPAPER AND/OR SCREENSAVER IS ON YOUR COMPUTER RIGHT NOW? Stewie, from The Family Guy
aiming some sort of futuristic weapon at me, squinting with one eye,
telling me to "go ahead and make his day." I love that magnificent
little bastard. 32. DOES MCDONALD'S SKIMP ON YOUR FRIES & DO YOU
CARE? I only care if they've been under the heat lamp for too long. And
Burger King has better fries anyway.
33. FAVORITE CHAIN RESTAURANT(s)? Does it count if it's a local chain
and there are only two? Then it's the Edina Grill.
They have a variant over in St. Paul called the Highland Grill. Marvy
food, great customer service, and within walking distance. And the guy
who owns it puts his email address on your receipt because he wants to
hear from people---I wonder what the hell he gets in his inbox at
times. The only thing I'd wish of them in the form of improvements is
for---ahem--- WINE GLASSES WITH FREAKIN' STEMS. I feel like a
little kid sipping wine from a glass that substitutes for a juice
receptacle at breakfast. Why don't they just put a picture of the
Hamburglar on it and then we'd really be set.
34. IF YOU HAVE A BOY (OR HAVE ANOTHER BOY) WHAT WOULD YOU NAME HIM?
Fitzwilliam Darcy. (Heh. Take that, Robert! I don't see you wanting to
name your kid George Knightley.) 35. IF YOU COULD LEARN TO PLAY ONE
INSTRUMENT OVERNIGHT, WHAT WOULD IT BE? Piano. With cello a close
second. Blame this on Robert.
Because he's really responsible for all the evils in the world. You
knew that, didn't you? You didn't? Well, now you're in the loop.
Including the evil that it's now noon and I haven't showered yet.

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Well, crap. In such a

Well, crap.

In such a situation it's always hard to know where to turn for guidance, but I think I've got a clue.
Bookies know everything, after all. They're the modern day Oracle at
Delphi. Don't believe me? Look at your neighborhood bookie's car the
next time you run into him or her at the coffee shop. If they're
driving anything less than a BMW, well, don't give them your money. But
if they are driving a BMW, and chances are they will, trust that they
know what they're doing. The writer used a different bookie than
paddypower, so, let's list hers as well.

The bookmakers William Hill make Clive Owen the 11/4
favourite to become the world̢۪s favourite spy, followed by Hugh
Jackman at 3/1. They then offer 7/2 Colin Farrell, 5/1 Orlando Bloom,
7/1 Jude Law, 8/1 Christian Bale, Gerard Butler and Ewan McGregor, 12/1
Greg Wise and Jeremy Northam, 14/1 Russell Crowe and 100/1 Robbie
Williams.

So, William Hill thinks it'll be Clive Owen. Paddypower sez Hugh
Jackman.
Hmmph. If offered a choice between the two, I'll take Owen anyday. He's
a great actor. I first became familiar with him while watching these, but Second Sight was also on Mystery one night, and I was floored by his performance. He's good.
He's got a sort of rough edge that would suit Bond very well. But Hugh
Jackman will probably get it. Because that's just my luck. Because
screaming wolfpacks of teenage girls love Hugh and make his films
successful. Exhibit A: Van Helsing,
while not a box office champ, didn't go down in the first round,
either. I like Hugh, but I have a hard time seeing him as James Bond.
So, I suppose the question of the day should be: Who should be the next
James Bond?

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