hello, sorry about the (sometimes unattended) mess

I am curious Red(box). It's just one of those odd kind of curiousities--you know, like wanting to stick one's tongue to a frozen flagpole. I am, however, glad that A Christmas Story saved me from trying that myself. Well, that and moving away from the frozen north at an early age probably helped a bit as well.

The SNL skit I just watched was based around Hall & Oates. I cannot believe it. Not quite making my dreams come true, per se, but know you.

Quarantine is another thing that has piqued my curiosity. Unfortunately, I have run into a bit of lesson planning block--there is such a thing, is there not? I have an assignment due two weeks from this coming Saturday, and my long and drawn out Tolstoy-esque history of procrastination has revealed to me that waiting until the last minute would probably not be the best idea. A lesson that took only a few years for it to take. So, I will very likely not go see Quarantine.

Part of me now wishes I'd seen the original version of Life on Mars. I thought about it, but by the time I got to it I was way behind on the BBC version. Bah.

As I washed my hands in the office restroom a few moments ago, I noticed a container of Lysol Country Scent Disinfectant Spray.

This, in turn, led me to wonder what country this Lysol smells of exactly.

Lysol is no country I've ever heard of.

That's really all I can say about this.

Even scarier still would be how much more commonplace than unusual this probably is.

I do have to admit, in my own life I grew up watching things at a much younger age than I should have. Keep in mind that coming from a single parent home gave me more opportunities to see things that I otherwise wouldn't have.

You can yell at my mom, if you'd like nonetheless.

Your choice.

Nothing speaking of grandma's authentic chocolate milk goodness like Nestle® Chocolate Abuelita®--or, as I like to think of it, Euphegenia Doubtfire's chocolate syrup.

I felt compelled to buy a bottle of the syrup just because of the picture on it.

I wonder if anyone else has felt the same way.

Morrissey and Princess Diana connection? (via RaptorGirl's LJ)

Also, Happy Birthday Alexandra!

Shirley Bassey has now come up not only once, but twice in things I have been perusing.

As a result, Goldfinger has queued up in my head and begun to play more than once as well.

EDIT--Ahhh, she has a newly released CD out now.

Thanks to Jim Philips, I am now reminded of Carrot Top every time I see Jeanne Tripplehorn on Big Love.

Additionally, I am amused at the amount of people that really do believe in the "Keyunnel" (a tunnel from Fort Myers to Key West) every time Philips brings it up. He's been talking about it for I don't know how many years now, and there is always someone out that hasn't heard him do so.

It was an odd thing to see a story like this on the Today Show this morning.

To add to it, the Sopranos episode named Amour Fou just aired on A&E the other night, and I happened to catch it.

Oddity abounds.

Any more, stuff like this doesn't surprise me.

So, I was reading about The Cook, The Thief, His Wife, and Her Lover--which I have not seen in years--and ended up reading about Léolo. I'd never heard of it before, and was on someone's list of most disturbing movies.

So, while flipping channels last night, what do I find on IFC's upcoming list? Léolo, of course. Almost missed it, too.

The DVR was set to record it as well, of course.

Have any of you seen the Insinkerator? I sat and rewound the TV spot for it a couple of times today. It's powerful enough to grind through a bunch of celery, or the top of a freshly cut pineapple, or perhaps a whole ham. Maybe even body parts. If only Stephen King had held on to The Mangler as a title for a bit longer, though I suppose The INSINKERATOR would work fine for a novella. Okay, maybe just a short story.

After a few months of just getting by using clippers that Rachel and I bought a while ago, I finally broke down (at her insistence) and got a haircut tonight. I usually find comfort in seeing the friendly blue jar of Barbicide that typically sits on the barber's/stylist's counter top. While there wasn't any sitting out, there was a similar though most likely inferior product sitting out that wasn't nearly as comforting. Perhaps it was the fact that its gray color made it look like dirty dish water, which doesn't make sense as I am quite fond of gray in my layout. Not only do I like the friendly blue color, but I like to sit and imagine barber on other barber violence--seeing as the product's name is Barbicide and all. These little thoughts keep me entertained whilst I try to avoid barber/stylist small talk, which I am terribly clumsy at. Well, it's not so much small talk with a barber per se, but just small talk period.

Rachel jokingly suggested that I should get a perm. Unfortunately, the joke wasn't as humorous to me since my mother, in a gesture of non-lovingness, actually did force me to get a perm sometime between fifth and sixth grade. I suppose I should be thankful that the idea did not occur to her later in my what passed for a social life stages. For a while there, I was known as Johnny Mathis--which didn't bother me too much...he was a singer, so that was okay by me. It didn't occur to me until some time later that the nickname wasn't meant as a compliment. My hair was MUCH curlier than Mr. Mathis' hair. I also did not have gold and platinum records to make up for my curliness.

No, I did NOT get a perm tonight.

Honest.

Lastly, I finally watched From Here to Eternity--the Oscar winning 1953 film and not the 1979 made for TV mini-series (has anyone else seen that one?). Sadly, I didn't actually watch it all the way through in one sitting, but over three different sittings. While I did sit mesmerized by the thing, I have to shamefully admit that when I saw Claude Akins I thought, "Oooh, he was Sheriff Lobo in B.J. and the Bear!" Yes, I watched that show during its initial run...at least I think I remember doing so.

Okay, I'm off to pretend I'm something akin to normal.