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"Hey babe, get me another beer-tini."
Dec. 10th, 2003 09:15 pmI wish everyone everywhere could watch Chilly Beach. Of course, a lot of the jokes might not work for the Canada-deprived, but never mind that. Today's episode was Atom Egoyan (and his eyebrows) vs. James Cameron in "Hollywood Far North," with a cameo appearance by The Beer Store. Too, too funny. Just the right balance of lines like, "Something happened? Are you certain you were watching a Canadian movie?" and "I wish this was a Canadian movie like the one Frank's in. Those movies are too busy saying things and making sense to have cool things like explosions." Snerk. I'm still kicking myself over missing the Beachcombers episode ("Chilly Beachcombers," natch) a few weeks back, so I have to remember that next week is the Christmas episode, guest-starring Leslie Nielsen as Santa. Must watch, definitely. I hope, I hope, I hope the British polar bear will be in it, too.
So today I scraped together just enough energy to drag myself out of the house, because I felt I should be doing something (yeah, I still feel lousy, I don't know why, and I have acres of sympathy for anyone who feels anything less than absolutely perfectly healthy). As I figured it, going to the movies was both doing something and not doing anything, and anyway, one can never see M&C too many times. But the movie theater gods are cruel, oh so terribly cruel, and either they or the stupid newspaper got the schedule wrong. No more matinees. I would have needed to wait six hours for the next showing, and trust me, this mall is not that interesting. So instead I went to Borders, to buy too many magazines and fondle the Firefly DVDs, since mine are still on their way on little UPS feet. Word to the wise- crooning longingly at the shiny, shiny pictures of our Big Damn Heroes? Makes the salespeople really nervous. I'm just saying.
For some reason, there's a bit in this song that always makes me think of Jayne Cobb. Not the whole thing really, just "he's a big strong man with a child's mind/ don't you take his booze away." Can't imagine why that is.
So today I scraped together just enough energy to drag myself out of the house, because I felt I should be doing something (yeah, I still feel lousy, I don't know why, and I have acres of sympathy for anyone who feels anything less than absolutely perfectly healthy). As I figured it, going to the movies was both doing something and not doing anything, and anyway, one can never see M&C too many times. But the movie theater gods are cruel, oh so terribly cruel, and either they or the stupid newspaper got the schedule wrong. No more matinees. I would have needed to wait six hours for the next showing, and trust me, this mall is not that interesting. So instead I went to Borders, to buy too many magazines and fondle the Firefly DVDs, since mine are still on their way on little UPS feet. Word to the wise- crooning longingly at the shiny, shiny pictures of our Big Damn Heroes? Makes the salespeople really nervous. I'm just saying.
For some reason, there's a bit in this song that always makes me think of Jayne Cobb. Not the whole thing really, just "he's a big strong man with a child's mind/ don't you take his booze away." Can't imagine why that is.
