Time for linkage!
:: Maybe in a couple of years when Two and a Half Men has ended and he's delivering pizzas for a living because no one wants to hire him after this, and his cult leader has taken all of his money, Chuck Lorre will let him wash his car or something. (This story cracked me up. I wonder if there's something in the water on the set of that show.)
:: Any show that resorts to the use of Dr. Zarkov dialogue (named for the villain in the FLASH GORGON series, where one character tells another character something they both already know, for the benefit of the audience) is a bad sitcom. (Heh. In SF-writing circles, this is commonly referred to as an "As you know, Bob". The CSI series used to do this a lot -- don't know if they still do. It would be like this: "Hmmmm, I can't get any prints off it. But maybe the new ZXQ test will work?" "Oh, yeah, the ZXQ test. That's the test that finds prints on things we can't find prints on." "Yup. It works by putting the item in the ZXQ tester....")
:: I'm going to go out on a hypothetical limb, and suggest that if Skyfall had just 5 or 6 more lines of dialogue in specific places, and about 1 1/2 more scenes that were needed, I'd be championing this as potentially one of the top 5 Bonds ever. (I had to hold off on reading Snell's exhaustive review of Skyfall until I finally saw the movie. Good work by him as always, even if I don't agree on all particulars.)
:: I am her...at least at that place in my mind, heart and soul when I've escaped to the basement for little pieces of peace, silence and solitude.
:: For me, the pleasures of eating have been blunted by anxiety. And I fear that's never going to change... ever. This is who I am now.
I hate it. (I have a good idea what Jason's going through, for various reasons. I'm not in his position, but there's a very good chance I will be, at some point. My approach has been not to lament the loss of carefree abandon toward food, but to take on an approach of 'indulgence of high quality'. Seems to work thus far.)
:: I don’t know if I would call Little Women a “great” book but I would say that it is something much better than “great”: it is beloved. Beloved books are far rarer than great ones.
:: It’s practically a tradition; I rake leaves on Veterans Day, or shortly thereafter. (Ugh! I hate raking. I prefer the 'run 'em over with a lawnmower' approach, or just the 'completely ignore them and let nature do its thing' approach.)
:: Fun people like to get pies thrown in their faces. (See? See! A testimonial that says so!)
More next week!