"you are destined for notsogreat and unfortunate TV shows..."

[theholyinnocent]

Today as I was ordering a salad for lunch, I forgot the word crouton. I kept thinking, cube, croissant! as I floundered verbally, and finally had to point at the crouton box at the salad bar for the benefit of the guy who was making my salad. Of course, now I am convinced I have early stage Alzheimer's and if I am eating jello in an institution in 6 months you'll say you knew me when. Or you'll say, "what's the diff, THI?"

Anyway.

A faithful reader sent me a link to this:

So 300 + Gladiator x slow-mo blood + scene-chewing actors + gratuitous nudity + implied lesbianism = New Sam Raimi/Rob Tapert project. Of course, Lucy Lawless is in it and she's supposed to get naked (with or without...a pube wig...I'm thinking, what the hell kind of crazy landing strip does she have down there?) so of course I'm screwed and I have to watch the stupid thing.

Comments

[theholyinnocent.livejournal.com]

That makes me feel a bit better. Oh, I'd trade intersectionality and heteronormative in a heartbeat, particularly if I could get cheeto and flapjack. (Can you tell the baseball trade deadline looms?)

[thelastgoodname.livejournal.com]

You should've held out for cheeto, flapjack, and two adjectives to be named later. (Isn't that just the way of fans, second-guessing everything?)

[theholyinnocent.livejournal.com]

I've been in a state of agita because Wang is out for the season, we need another starter, but of course I don't want to trade anyone of worth for a good pitcher....the way of the fan also includes delusion.