I was busy recapping this episode of
Everwood so AB can become a homeowner.
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posted by pamie : 10:45 AM
I finally found someone who
hates Ben Affleck more than my mother does. Also: I'll pay someone to send me copies of those hair commercials.
My mom has an irrational anger toward him, to the point where she thinks that duck is selling Ben Affleck's insurance. "Why does he whine all the time?" she asks. My mom loves Bruce Willis, Harrison Ford and that guy who won't be my governor. She also loves Matt Damon. I guess she's tired of having to wait through the Affleck to get to the good stuff. It's really quite amusing, how much she just can't stand him. She also calls him "Af-flack." I don't hate him. I find him rather
amusing.
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posted by pamie : 10:12 AM
It's anti-
Jemima J week at
Pound. Part of me reads it with my eyes half-shut, imagining what people would say if there was an anti-Anna K week. The rest of me is more than elated -- the publishing house that did
JJ turned down
Why Girls Are Weird in 2001, claiming that the two books were way too similar. Because the word "Internet" was in both of them, I guess. Send your outrage over to
Wendy.
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posted by pamie : 9:44 AM
It's getting ugly.
"Those cruel Brits continue to attack David Blaine, and now one of them is really hitting below the belt. The illusionist has been dangling in a box over London, and has been hit with eggs, paint balls and visions of various body parts by unappreciative crowds. Now, The News of the World has an interview with a woman who claims to have been the last person Blaine bedded before being suspended, and her review of the event was not kind. "He wasn't exactly magic in bed," she claimed, and went on to report unflattering details." -Jeannette Walls, MSNBC
[thanks to Lori for the link]
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posted by pamie : 9:23 AM
Tracie's right. It is a little scary, Dan. But luckily, as I have no musical talents in the slightest, I can only read songs as tiny Dr. Seuss poems. And your song is fantastic in over-stressed iambic pentameter. (Thank you for the story)
Still waiting on plumbers. And the phone's broken today. You can hear dial-up noises when you're on the line (we have DSL on the fax line, so it's not that). But PacHell told us that if they come out here and they determine that the problem with the line is our own fault (?), then they will charge us fifty bucks for the visit. Is that a threat?
Yesterday while talking to Laura, I decided to play a few notes of the Pamie's House Song. I turned on the kitchen sing, and the piercing wail began. Laura burst into laughter. "How can you live with that? That is insane!"
Later, while driving in the car, I got a phone call from Omar.
"Holy crap!" he said. "Is that the sound of your pipes?"
It took a few seconds before I could breathe again to answer, "That's Radiohead."
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posted by pamie : 9:12 AM