The Special People Club

My friend Timmy sent me a most helpful link . I don't get the overheated cookware tip, but the ceiling fan seems self explanatory.

The English seem to take their dog shows very seriously. I'm home on a Thursday night, and although I should probably be doing schoolwork I'd rather watch TV and surf the internet. So I've flipped on the TV, and on BBC 2 there is a full hour of Crufts Dog Show coverage. This is prime time viewing on a major television channel...not Discovery or Animal Planet...it's on one of the five channels received in all UK homes (assuming you have a tv license.) The host, Ben Fogle, is a hottie. He's probably early thirties, blond, personable, and very gay without being camp. They are reviewing the rules, the differences in breeds, celebrity dogs who are entered in this show, (yes, celebrity dogs), and they're giving highlights of the action yet to come. They have soft-focus videos of mumbly children with emotional problems talking about the dogs that saved their lives (and they keep playing Dido's Thank You in the background, making it especially sappy.) There'

My friend Lauren (see "Land o' Lulu link on the side) was googling herself, and she came upon something creepy and fascinating and kind of flattering. She's being traded on a Blog Market. How odd. So she blogged about it. Of course, I read her blog and linked to the site and as I was reviewing her stock page I saw that I am being traded , as well. Even odder. So now I want to know...how do I make my stock go up?

I was in London last night for a work thing. We had dinner at a really hip Chinese restaurant in Soho called Hakkasan. It was a social evening and we were barely in time for an 1123 train, which is the last one of the night that doesn't stop 300 times on its way to MK. What luck, we thought. My colleague, Kat, and I got settled and were killing time in conversation when I looked up and saw a portly gent, a bit ruddy of face, coming our way. On first glimpse he looked a bit preoccupied. He was wearing a sweatshirt, too baggy trousers, orthopedic shoes, and a wool trench. He sat in one seat but something about it bugged him so he ended up sitting across the aisle from us. He was muttering a bit, and then I noticed him gently slapping his forehead. Hmmm, I thought. Methinks we have a nutter on the train. Boy howdy, was I right. You know I couldn't continue my conversation without an eye on the whackjob...here is what I observed. In the 35 minutes between first seating and hi

I'm knocking on wood as I say it, but I think the creepy freaks are gone. I haven't seen them in a week. Thank God for migration. Let them terrorize someone else for awhile. If only parrots spent the summer up north, too.

There is so little to blog about lately. I work. I study. I sleep. That's my life. I had to take the day off. I have not left the couch for more than books, beverages, and the occasional snack. I'm exhausted. Have caught up on my favourite tv shows, played the ukulele, done a bit of work on a paper, and napped. I miss Sunday afternoon movies. It was almost a guarantee that you could find something to watch on cable on a Sunday. Some classic movie like When Harry Met Sally or You've Got Mail ...movies you don't necessarily want to schedule time to watch but that are great ways to kill an afternoon of laziness. They don't play those here. They play mysteries. If I wanted to watch some quirky comedy/drama with an oddball sleuth using unconventional means to find the real killer, I'd be set. Unfortunately I don't like these sorts of shows. I want some sappy, light-hearted romantic comedy. I've been getting caught up on the news back home. I do not unders

I have added a link to the right...it is for Tom, George, and I to make regular commentary on American Idol. Tom and George will always be first...I have a three day delay in viewing the show and can't actually vote, but I don't want no slouches representing America as our Idol. We already have too many slouches carrying our banner. If you're an Idol-watcher and want to join in, email me and prove to me you take this seriously.