Ever notice how it's the little things in life that amuse us so much? More to the point, ever notice how it's the silly little idiocies in life that amuse us more than anything else? Well, this is not as much ''the little blog that could'' as it is ''the blog that enjoys going up the down escalator in your local mall.'' Will it have anything of real importance? No, probably not. But enjoy the ride never the less!

 


The baseball World Series just wrapped up, with the Yankees winning. Now I have no particular thought about this. I'm not a sports fan. My response to the news that the Yankees won was, "The World Series was now?" That should tell the level of interest pro sports in general holds for me. (But hey, if that's your thing, enjoy it!) So as a result, I'm particularly indifferent to the Yankees winning.

Mel, on the other hand, being a die-hard Red Sox fan, feels the need to spit every time I mention the Yankees.

So, if I'm not invested in baseball, why the post? Well, it's mostly anecdotal in nature. Earlier this week, one of the local radio DJs was discussing the hate-on that many people (like Mel) have for the Yankees. This particular DJ said he didn't mind that the Yankees had/bought their talent, but he had issues with the arrogance that the company as a whole tends to flaunt. Which led to the following quote: "If the Yankees were playing a team of Dementors from Harry Potter, I'd be waving the Dementor banner."

...am I the only one who suddenly has this great/evil/deranged idea of an all-Dementor baseball team? There's a fanfic in that, I'm certain.

Now if you'll excuse me, there's sleep to be had.

Labels: Dear lord the Dementor outfielder just kissed Hideo Matsui (and not in a good slashy way)

posted by Phillip at 8:08 PM

 


Dear lord, what can this horrific, monumentous event be? Has the world come to an end? Is life as we know it about to cease? Steady yourselves, it's just an update. I know, I know, something so strange and terrifying should be killed with fire, but I've been meaning to do this for a week now. The urge to sleep has just won out. That and Mel's gotten addicted to that Farmville game, so she's commandeered the laptop most evenings in order to harvest her crops and adopt strange-looking animals.

Why can't you adopt wombats in Farmville? I'd be more interested in playing it if wombats were involved.

In other news, there was a Halloween last night. And for us it was very, very low-key, spent mostly watching movies with friends after work. Pizza was consumed. Mel made cupcakes. Minds were broken by Rocky Horror (and really: what is Halloween without Frank-N-Furter in all his sweet transvestite glory?) in the sense of, and I quote: "That hurt my brain...and I don't even know what the hell I just saw."

Oh, Rocky Horror virgins are so cute that way. (For my first time, I myself managed to hold on until the last act of the movie. Alas, my mind was instantly shattered by the floorshow--ironic since it's my second favourite part of the movie now, over-shadowed by the back-to-back scenes featuring The Timewarp & Sweet Transvestite. Mel's told me that explains so much.) One of these days, I really do want to get up to Toronto on Halloween and witness the full theatrical experience.

...And Mel has just informed me that I can go do that all I want, but I'll be doing it alone, thank you very much. I'd retort with some remark about how she could be my Columbia, but that'll only end in tears and an ass-kicking for me.

We also managed to watch Trick R' Treat, a movie I've been itching to see since I saw the trailers for it...last year. Seriously, I can understand wanting to release a movie and later its DVD around the Halloween season it celebrates, but why did it have a ridiculously limited theatrical release to begin with? I think it showed maybe once or twice during a Toronto film festival last year, and that was it. The rest of us had to wait a year, wondering what sort of executive-laiden pit had swallowed it up. Thankfully, the movie was worth the wait. Much happiness and carnage was beholden (beheld?), and if there is any moral to this movie, it's a two-fold one: first, everyone's an asshole in that small Ohio town, and; second, for the love of God, give the scary-looking Pumpkin-headed kid some candy.

In the end, we called it a night around 4 or 5am (depending on whether you argue Daylight Savings starts at two or whenever you actually go to bed). I haven't done something quite like this in a long time--sporatically at best, and usually with Kevin & Donna since the days of the old Fancrew gatherings--and I must say I am pleased to note that my body still holds up pretty well to this sort of shindig. The ultimate test will still be if I can survive the "breakfast of champions" consisting of a Pepsi and a slice of pizza. If I'm okay after that (and I'd better be considering what today requires me to do...gyaaaaa.) then there's hope for the future!

Maybe I'll get lucky and discover that last night someone mistook our store for a witch and burned it down. That would be a nice surprise.



Today's Engrish: I saw a shirt on a university student that said...and I wish I had a camera for this one..."Flesh Imp." I have no idea what it could mean, apart from possibly advertising that she's a succubus. I wonder how many propositions she's gotten whilst wearing that shirt.

Labels: So come up to the lab and see what's in the tab I see you shiver with antici...pation

posted by Phillip at 8:54 AM