Red Sox play in the World Series tonight, so something good is happening in the world. On the other hand, I forgot to buy milk and was thus was stuck mixing shredded wheat into greek yogurt. It was very…. gummy. Also boss and whole Clueless Management Team are an offsite, so I can at least go out for a long lunch
seriously, this is dangerous. People get hurt! I once thought to demonstrate my inner Amazonian qualities by going rock climbing with a bunch of guys. I was wearing a rope and harness and got ALMOST to the top of a REALLY HIGH CLIFF, when my fingers slipped and went swinging waaaaaay out into space because the guys, who were supposed to be holding/monitoring the rope while I was on belay got distracted… probably talking about football.. Anyway, after I swung out and down, I then came swinging back into the rock wall. I broke my foot and was bruised all the way down my body, but I learned a valuable lesson: don’t do stupid things like jump off high cliffs ……
Why doesn’t Anna Wintour put HER on the cover of Vogue instead of Lena?
I did not ask the screenwriter if he had any personal Cumberbatch souvenirs — a used comb, perhaps, or maybe just a post-it note with some Cumberbatchian notes-to-self.I bet he has excellent handwriting.
Okay, I got invited to a screening of The Fifth Estate last night. Mr. Cumberbatch is SUPERB in the role of Julian Assange. He is crazy and dangerous and creepy. His HAIR is superb too, as he goes from the long-haired, greasy anarchist to the well-coiffed media star. And spoiler alert: you get to see him, as Assange, dying his hair white!
The screenwriter of The Fifth Estate was there for a discussion and he regaled us with tales of Assange writing Cumberbatch and asking him NOT to play the role.But Our Man stood strong!
What else would we expect?
did you have a very religious childhood?
Damn Specilk! I blew right past that link, but now realize….duh.
I must have been distracted by Ichabod. He is very…. distracting. And I feel guilty about being jealous of Abbie, because, you know, that girl going through some tough times too! Do we have to wait until Katrina is untrapped/undead before Abbie and Ichabod can hook up? I find the rules here very confusing.
Wow! That’s not even close for getting sent to the principal’s office for talking about Grand FUNK Railway. Happened to Ms. Coolio
Your apology is graciously accepted, particularly by someone who is Mortally Ashamed of the ENTIRE Oklahoma Congressional Delegation.
When my little brother was in early middle school, he got kicked in the groin during PE Class, and came home to tell my mom that his “tentacles” really hurt.
this is the same brother who genuinely thought that “”cuse me while I kiss the sky” was in fact Jimi Hendrix singing “”cuse me while I kiss this guy.”
I love my brother. And now that we are older, I am confident he would beat the shit out of me if I shared this golden moments of childhood
As a mother, Little Miss Scarlett, I am telling you to go put some clothes on RIGHT NOW! Or no Sleepy Hollow for you next week!
this video made my three year old cry. Enough said.
No no no no no I cannot sit at my desk looking at the S. I cannot even type the full word S. I am not sitting with my feet off the ground in case Mr. Top hat comes slithering by…
So THAT’S what they mean by “a leap of faith!”
I got so carried away, I could not even spell smell.
I KNOW! He definitely had me at “WHATEVER!” And I have a sense he smells really good, like some delicious some old limey bay cologne (NO, NOT OLD SPICE, You GUYS )
And when he tosses his hair, that sweet mell just sort of drifts over your head and into your heart.
Another Ichabod might smell like musty tombs, dried blood rancid rat-infested basements at this point in history but not this man!
uhoh, maybe I should write that romance novel after all.
It’s true, Sometimes at really bad lunch meetings, I spend an inordinate amouont of time scheme how to get to the salad bowl and squidge out all the blue cheese and/or those little orange slices onto my plate. If I can achieve that, along with tht a free roll from Bertolli’s and I’m all good.. Yeah and uhm, I’m so sad.
That is outrageous and I’m a mother (pronounce that MOTAHHHH when I am in a bar) and I would never play that card or expect someone to play that card. You have been FUCKED. That’s the worst kind of management — I have a stupid, shitty rationale for what I do AND I SHARE IT WITH YOU. I am very excited about you getting another job.
Ghostchannels, we could pretend to explain this in a rational way, or we could just admit that this guy has chosen to make a mockery of the system because HE IS ACTUALLY AGAINST THE WHOLE SYSTEM. This isn’t what the Constitution or democracy is about. I am sad for my country
Ohhhhhh, man, that pizza looks so so delicious. Posting this may be concerned a form of abuse, for a woman who ate salmon out of a little plastic pouch for lunch. With a plastic fork. With my head down. At my desk. Listening to an online presentation about native advertising. truly sad
In equal measure, this is a good thing
So I had to go to an “executive dinner” last night and I sat next to a guy who runs a Major Division in a sort of Major Company, and he was going on and on about how hard his people have to work, how he makes them crash on projects all the time and how much innovation happens because they stay at work, for days on end! And to salute his total creative awesomeness, he told me he had an “apology party” for all the spouses, to “make up” for all the nights they were at home alone with the kids! And THEN he was LAUGHING because the spouses didn’t seem all the appreciative! Some took the opportunity to complain? What?!!!! Doesn’t a couple of nice scallop-wrapped-in-bacon appetizers and a glass of chardonnay make up for weeks of stress and pressure? I had to restrain myself from from taking my over-large steak and pounding him on the head.
On a sweeter note, my husband said he went to buy a bottle of wine to welcome me home, but he was so stressed because I was gone, he dropped the bottle in the store aisle. But never fear, he thought that was God’s way of telling him to buy a more expensive bottle
Oh yes! I watched the show on the back of an airplane seat (United’s new plane! You get your own TV! ) and even with the sound off, I could follow the plot of drool over Ichabod. Now I’m sorry I didn’t put on the earphones and hear the jokes. But this way I could admire his handsomeness undisturbed. He not only does a terror face well, his eyes can cast an adorable little forlorn shade…Uhm, excuse me. I need to stopnow.
But truly, haven’t you had dorky moments like this? (apologies art dork) Once I was walking down the steps of an Important University Building in the Boston Area, with a Very Important Professor and my knee sort of buckled and I slid down a bunch of steps and ended in a heap. The Very Important Professor sighed, shook his head and asked if that was what they call break dancing. Soooooo much for Ms. Cool-io, the graduate student.
I mean he leaves the TV On, tuned to one stations, the entire 24 hours. It is very…. wearing.