Bum Bum BwaDuh

bum bum bwaDuh bwadah bwaw

My sister's ringtone on my cell phone is the best ringtone ever. Hands down. Bar none. It is Turk and JD's (you know, from Scrubs) version of the Sanford and Son theme song. It makes me smile every time I hear it. Let's face it - it pretty much brings joy to the masses.

So I was chatting with the awesome HTD on instant messenger tonight whilST Scrubs season 1 played in my living room. Suddenly, I heard my sister calling my cell phone. I trotted into the living room and picked up my phone only to see that no one was calling. I did a slow 180 degree turn and saw Turk and JD rocking out the theme song on the actual Scrubs episode. Then I cracked up a lot. Good story, I know.

Also, I ate an apple tonight. I had forgotten how good apples are. Do you know how long it's been since I've eaten a really good apple? Does the phrase "Billy, don't be a hero" mean anything to you? (Yeah, it doesn't really to me either...)

Oh, and these are my brother and sister-in-law's cats,
Charlie and George.

[end randomness]

Love to my peeps.

Epic Movie -OR- Epic Waste Of Money?

Yeah, the second one.

If you're wanting to indulge your taste for stupid-funny movies, you might be enticed to go see Epic Movie. The previews make it look pretty funny. "So Lame The Hair Of Tom?" I mean that's good stuff. And sure there are some funny parts...like how they don't even try to cover up the fact that the stunt doubles are in fact stunt doubles. But by about the sixth or seventh fight, it's kind of like they're just beating you over the head with it...using a blatant stunt double to do so, of course. And mostly it's just lame.

Conclusion: Not, I repeat, NOT worth $9.50 (effing city prices). It might be a dollar movie kind of movie. You know, like on Wednesdays when you can get in for 50 cents. And you don't mind wasting an hour and a half of your life.

(And don't try to tell me that "I just don't appreciate this type of movie." Because I am totally going to see Blades of Glory when it hits theaters. Will Ferrell as an ice dancer? Oh heck yes.)

Danny Tripp Rocks The Casbah.

I'm just saying.

So my current journal turned 1 yesterday. I know, I know, I have a blog - why do I need a journal? Trust me, people - they are very different things. Journal entries would ne-heh-HEHver find their way to blogger.

So far the new journal documents one of the most change-filled years of my life. I went from grad student in Georgia to working stooge in Arizona. An important person or two found their way into my life. Faith on a deeper level. Had to move away from two of my best friends. Did lots of traveling. Moved to a new city by myself (for the third time). Lost a grandmother. It's been quite the year, I tell you.

Anyway, I don't write in the journal all that often - maybe a couple times a month or so. More if there's an excessive buildup of the crazies in a given month. It helps me keep life in perspective when I can go back and read over the past few months or so. My first journal I wrote in for seven years. Then I ran out of pages. That's a year and a half of high school, all of college and the first year and a half of grad school. It's fun to go back in that journal and read some of the oldest entries...holy lord was I ever melodramatic. I used lots of underlining and CAPITAL LETTERS.

Oy De Foof.

That's French for "Holy crap, I worked out today for the first time in...a while."

Mon zee. Om blau.

That elliptical machine kicked my ass.
But I guess that's kind of the point.

Toot de la frut.

My Sister Is Cooler Than Your Sister.

Really, she is.


Thanks for listening when I'm blue, htd.

I was thisclose to spewing molten crazy all over you, but I wouldn't want you to die like *this* (here you have to imagine yourself frozen in astonished horror...and solidified magma).
Yay Scrubs.

Love love.

Sustenance Stereotypes

wtf, you guys?

So Monday is the Martin Luther King, Jr. holiday. Today at work we all got an e-mail from the hospital cafeteria today announcing that, in honor of the occasion, the cafeteria will be offering a special menu. The items on the menu include things like...fried chicken. okra. collard greens. sweet potato pie. ...you get the picture.

Um, yeah.

I can kinda sorta see where they were thinking this would be a nice culinary tribute to the memory of a great man. But it just seems a bit...iffy...to me. I mean, I could maybe get on board with a menu of items like, I dunno, Equality Eggplant Parmesan and Free-at-last Frittatas or something. But is it just me, or does anyone else think their proposed menu seems a bit...oh...stereotypical?

Hm.

I'm Really Just A Grammar Nerd At Heart

because this made me laugh out loud. Verily.