Beer Bottle Bricks. Huh. These would have solved a lot of the Snook’s homebrew storage problems!
Month: July 2006 (page 6 of 9)
Happy birthday to my little sister, who is celebrating her 27th birthday today. It’s also the last birthday she’ll ever have without also being a Mom. (That is so weird.) I’ve arranged a little surprise for her…
Later: Success! Three half-gallons of Cold Stone Creamery ice cream were just delivered to her office… courtesy of a completely random person on the Internet. It all started last week when I decided that my sister needed something sweet for her birthday. Being thwarted in my attempts to order online, I turned to AskMetaFilter. Amongst the suggestions of (expensive) ice cream delivery companies, a lovely person called FuzzyVerde volunteered to do the delivery herself. She even got a festive cooler with ice in case Amy didn’t have freezer space at work. My sister loved it. Is this a heartwarming story or what? Thanks, FuzzyVerde!
Even later: Now I’ve got all MetaFilter talking about random acts of kindness…
Differential diagnosis… I have a suspected case of gastritis. I’ve got a prescription for super antacid and a proscription from spicy foods, ibuprofen, and alcohol. But on the upside – I’m definitely not pregnant!
Sydney by Night. Whoa. (Link courtesy of the Snook, who adds: “Zoom in all the way and you can even see people eating in Aria.”)
We are officially booked in for lunch at Melbourne’s Flower Drum on the 22nd, and I am getting excited. (Thanks to Michael for the suggestion!)
10 Reasons Why Gay Marriage Will Ruin Society. My favorite is #5: “Straight marriage will be less meaningful if gay marriage were allowed; the sanctity of Britney Spears’ 55-hour just-for-fun marriage would be destroyed.”
Last week was my last pottery class, so I got to bring home most of my pots. (There are still a few big bowls left to be glazed.) Here they are:
Because I was talking about it at the Guild meeting yesterday, here’s a worthwhile blog post about the turkey slap debacle. I keep returning to the author’s description of being humiliated in school, and her spot-on analysis of the aggressors’ defense (that what they did wasn’t sexual, because they weren’t interested in her sexually). She’s right; these guys are dirtbags, and the culture that encourages and tolerates such behavior is disgusting.
Yo Ho Ho and a Bottle of Suck! (Here Be Spoilers.)
We joined Amy and Rob tonight for a showing of Pirates of the Caribbean 2. It was… eh… okay. I was entertained. There were some good fights and some exciting action sequences. The digital effects were amazing. (I love the sound the Kracken’s tentacles make.) Davy Jones and Bootstrap Bill were also excellently realized. Tom Hollander makes for a suitably hatable villain. (He’ll always be Bosie to me.) But still… eh. I still don’t like Keira Knightley, and the sight of her macking on Sparrow made me rally behind poor Will (who is way too good for her and, by the way, pretty damn hot). Also hot is Jack Davenport, back as a wonderfully scruffy (and morally ambiguous) Norrington. I couldn’t give a crap about anybody else in the movie. Jack Sparrow indirectly caused the death of, like, hundreds of people (his own crew, the ones that picked up Will, the French guys who got his hat), and we’re supposed to care whether everybody risks their own lives to save him? Yeah, yeah, Johnny Depp, Keith Richards, swanning about, blah blah blah fishcakes. I’m so over it. As I’ve said before, two (and a half) hours watching Johnny Depp are never wasted, but the character is really starting to wear a little thin. I don’t care whether they rescue him or not. All I could think was that poor Will should cut his losses and get the hell away from The Curse of the Duckfaced Anorexic. In summation, and as I said as the credits rolled: “Okay, so that was a total Empire Strikes Back ending, except in this version, PRINCESS LEIA’S A WHORE.”
The Snook’s review: “The baddies were the same as in the first movie; they used the same thing-rolling-down-a-hill gag twice in this movie; and there weren’t enough boobies. I liked Davy Jones.”
Addendum: It seems I am not alone in my opinion.