As impressed as I am with the quality of animation in films, television shows, and video games these days, I do have a minor objection. I think the animators and art directors are trying way too hard to make the images as “realistic” as possible. By that, I don’t mean to say that the Final…
Few things make you feel more like an oaf than bandaging your finger and then scraping your knuckle while putting away the pack of Band-Aids, requiring you to bandage another finger.
I called up my Aussie friend Suzanne Tuesday afternoon (Wednesday morning for her). I used two calling cards and we ended up talking for about an hour and twenty minutes. Not bad for our first vocal conversation in five months. I met her this summer on my trip to Europe…she was in my tour group….
Okay, I admit, I love that show She Spies. It’s a series about three beautiful female ex-convicts gone good who now work for a clandestine secret organization trying to rid the world of evildoers. The show’s a farce, and it’s brilliant. It’s everything that VIP wasn’t, and yet the female leads are still really hot….
Sometimes I can be pretty damn charming when I’m not even trying. Today is national self-affirmation day. Yay me.
I don’t believe in Hell, but I’d sure like to believe in a kind of public Purgatory in which all of the deceased assholes of the world are set on display in medieval stocks. On our way to Heaven, all of us decent folk would get the chance to walk by and kick each of…
Why do females feel the need to play so many games? I wish I were the type that could just turn away, say “screw it,” and mean it. But I’m not, and this so-called friend of mine should know that….whoever she is. This chick and her friend “Sarah” should also be reminded that mind games…
I admit, I feel giddy every time I’m watching a movie and one of the characters says the title of the film. When Clint Eastwood’s doctor told him that she’d need to run his blood work, I smiled to myself. When Tom Cruise was told to look for the minority report, I wanted to stand…
Am I the only one that pictures a sassy blond woman every time I read a news article that refers to Ariel Sharon as simply “Sharon?”
Supposedly you dream every time you fall asleep. That’s a shame, since I never seem to remember my dreams when I wake up. Last night, though, I dreamed something that was worth remembering. I didn’t dream of giants and towering beanstalks, nor of witches and scores of little people who break out into spontaneous fits…