I got an unexpected call from China yesterday (the country - not the wrestler). It sounded like my old acquaintance was calling me from a giant tin can. It turns out he was calling me on his laptop. We talked about culture shock and strange edibles (he had recently dined on chicken feet, which I figure is no worse than pickled pigs feet or the equally unpalatable hog maws...), and traveling. He asked me how things were going here, in between my responses of "What? I didn't catch that..." when the static got bad or what he said came out all muffled, and I gave him all of the most recent gossip and happenings. It was a nice chat. Like I said - quite unexpected.
This was on Cuteoverload today. It's hard to believe that sweet precious little cub will grow up to be a beautiful natural born killing machine.
I don't have plans this weekend. It's a shame. But maybe lack of plans will bring about motivation. Then again, that doesn't seem to be the case every other weekend. I am starting to see a busy couple of months ahead of me though. My boss agreed to let me go to a seminar in March, which is also when M and I are playing hooky and going to Orlando for a concert and a bit of fun (I got the tickets this past weekend, by the way). Lately I have found myself watching 30 Rock after Scrubs (was I the only one a little disappointed by the much hyped musical episode last night?) . I love the character of Kenneth - of course, it recently came to my attention that Jack McBrayer pretty much played the same character in Talladega Nights. And as far as that movie is concerned, the best parts were the kids, especially the little red headed boy playing "Texas Ranger" (one of my favorite lines: "I'm all jacked up on Mountain Dew!"). Changing the subject now, I have a strong inclination to go out this weekend and look for the new album by the band Brand New, titled The Devil and God Are Raging Inside Me. They'll be in town for a show in April. Time to rally my posse of peeps. What? You mean I don't have a posse of peeps? Well...can I borrow yours? I'll make sure I give them back in one piece...
3 comments:
good luck finding a posse, I disowned mine. they aren't that great afterall.
i like your title. it conveys a lot.
Wasn't I part of your posse? Was I disowned?
And thanks. It's a song lyric. :)
yes, but I kept precious few.
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