And unlike you pre-coleslaw, my cat abandoned me for the duration. I'd say that's a sign of his superior taste, except that he seemed quite taken with Jersey Shore last night.
Oh, man, that's bad, if your cat thinks Jersey Shore is preferable. I will go ahead and have that bottle of beer with dinner before watching, then. The kids are, sensibly, mainlining the Mythbusters marathon.
I have dutifully made coleslaw, and now seem to have two cats plus the dog. Who should probably be made to understand that just because she gets to sleep on my side of the room on nights with thunderstorms and fireworks doesn't mean I want to be tripping over her massive carcass every night. Sheesh. Dogs.
Oh, I dunno -- I definitely drank too much high-end IPA last night, and felt fairly dreadful immediately afterward, but this morning, my congestion and sinus headache were gone, which isn't an effect I've ever gotten from orange juice. This is the brewery run by the spouse of someone I went to high school with; I think I will have to tell her next time we have lunch that their beer can cure the common cold.
I am not sure whether to be more appalled by the stupid of the bank robber, or the stupid of the Eugene Police Department, in that story.
I KNOW! I'm from the "always leave them wanting more" school, and this just left me exasperated.
I'd rather have gotten brief "meanwhile, life goes on" flashes of the former companions interspersed with him regenerating, rather than his retirement tour. And really, the wrap-up of the Master/Gallifrey stuff was pretty underwhelming as well.
But I'm pretty keen on the Moffatt/11 era to come.
It's awful to have that "finally, we're rid of him" sense. The best thing about casting a very young successor in the role is that it makes the Lonely God schtick a nonstarter.
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And unlike you pre-coleslaw, my cat abandoned me for the duration. I'd say that's a sign of his superior taste, except that he seemed quite taken with Jersey Shore last night.
I have dutifully made coleslaw, and now seem to have two cats plus the dog. Who should probably be made to understand that just because she gets to sleep on my side of the room on nights with thunderstorms and fireworks doesn't mean I want to be tripping over her massive carcass every night. Sheesh. Dogs.
BTW, speaking of reality television, you might find this amusing.
Edited 2010-01-02 02:15 am (UTC)
(Thanks for that link; I think I might remember the bank robber in question, from the one or two Deadliest Catch episodes I felt compelled to sample.)
I am not sure whether to be more appalled by the stupid of the bank robber, or the stupid of the Eugene Police Department, in that story.
If only the farewells only lasted as your as this vid! ::sigh::
Good god, that was ENDLESS.
I'd rather have gotten brief "meanwhile, life goes on" flashes of the former companions interspersed with him regenerating, rather than his retirement tour. And really, the wrap-up of the Master/Gallifrey stuff was pretty underwhelming as well.
But I'm pretty keen on the Moffatt/11 era to come.
Not to mention "Another one bites the dust".