Without "Baby fish mouth!" I don't think we'd have "Baby with a nail gun!" or even "Dog on fire! Dog on Fire!"
She didn't write, "I'll have what she's having." Billy did. But that movie was nothing if it wasn't her baby.
Not to mention that women attracted to men they're not with have been looking for a pair of red suede pumps since the beginning of time on our planet, earth.
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"So then I ask her 'Don't you love me anymore?' and she says 'I don't know if I've ever loved you."....whooooaaa.
Nora was, to this day, the only person who ever put The Wave to practical use.
('No she went to Northwestern, but they're both Big Ten schools' also resonated deeply with me.)
I'm only slightly embarrassed at the number of times since 1989 that, after someone has asked me a question while I'm working, I've mustered the straightest blank stare I was able to achieve and said, with total and complete and utter conviction, "Don't fuck with Mr. Zero."
"So the movers knew before you knew?"
"Mr. Zero knew before I did."
(I miss Bruno Kirby)
Not embarrassed to admit that I like Sleepless, and I also adore the slightly sappy You've Got Mail (which was nearly hijacked by the wonderful Dabney Coleman "The nanny!") The scene where Kathleen Kelly is thinking back on what her Little Shop Around the Corner has meant to the people of the upper west side reminds me of my dad.
I thought Greg Kinnear and Parker Posey kind of stole You've Got Mail.
So I'm headed into to town to get some parts for my frontier plumbing project, and I hear on the news that The Flying J Ranch suffered some damage in these Colorado Springs wild fires. And I remembered that we had a family reunion there July 4th in 1997 because Julie and her family still lived in The Springs, air force family and all. It was a great time. I have some pictures somewhere.
As of today, The Flying W Ranch was wiped off the face of the earth. Keifus was right: it's not that life is so short; it's that life is so fragile.
Well, "Flying J" is either a typo or a wishful slip. I mean there are 14 million ranches around there, though I think Flying J might be from my days in Estes Park right before Winter Park.
Anyways, I called Steve, my brother-in-law, and he said it was indeed The Flying W. The Chuck Wagon Dinner on NPR gave it away.
Spent my 5 year anniversary at the Broadmoor.Looked out the hotel room window to the golf course and saw a bear climbing up into the branches of a tree. Colorado Springs is cool.
Speaking of cool, it's supposed to be 100+ tomorrow buddy. Go easy on the projects and tell Moonpie no running around chasing animals.
ZOMG TomKat no more!
Did I say that? Sounds pretty profound for me.
No more TomKat? Oh no! Just before his 50th birthday, too. Maybe the ruse was just getting too weird to keep up.
(I imagine the scientology coupling rituals to be like something out of The Handmaid's Tale, but that much creepier.)
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