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14 July 2009 @ 12:31 am
I want I want I want.




Shut up shut up shut up.



The Froot Case is so darn adorable, and the banana guard would be so effing useful.
 
 
A branch of a popular kosher "Mexican" restaurant (not saying the name, because I like to keep my LJ as unGoogleable as possible) opened here a couple of days ago. The quotation marks are because, as is the case with nearly all kosher restaurants, there are items on the menu that don't fit the ethnic theme. Some Israeli or Mediterranean influence usually finds its way into the menu. Anyway, I found the following item description amusing:

Creamed Spinach Dip with Pita Chips: If this isn't the best creamed spinach you have ever tasted then you probably tasted better creamed spinach somewhere else. Seriously it's amazing.


If this isn't the most amusing menu entry you've ever read, then you probably read a more amusing menu entry somewhere else.
 
 
09 July 2009 @ 11:04 am
Oh, Internet. Never leave me again. I feel so lost and alone without you.
 
 
08 July 2009 @ 11:54 am
I was a little concerned about there being something wrong with the fabric of reality when the Patrick Wolf concert was a) scheduled for a night I could actually go, b) very enjoyable. But not to worry: all is right with the world. After spending a minute or so yesterday contemplating how much I dislike not having any concerts to look forward to, I discovered today that Placebo is playing a show here in October...on the holiday of Simchas Torah, which is the very last day of that whole slew of Autumn holidays (Rosh HaShana, Yom Kipur, Sukkos).

In other news, O hai thar, neck pain. My neck's been messing with me the past few months. It's been consistently uncomfortable and mildly painful, but there were only two brief periods where it was very troublesome. Now it's acting up, but it's radiating pain into my right trapezius/shoulder/arm instead of my left, as it previously had been.

And my cough and stuffy ear are not going away.

To end this post on a light note, I leave you with an exchange that took place yesterday, after I made a kind of groany Blech/Gah noise. I had been sitting quietly eating dinner, not conversing with anyone at all.

Penina: What wrong?
Me: I'm tired.
Penina: So stop talking.
 
 
03 July 2009 @ 11:24 am
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!

Landmark Sunshine Cinema does fun midnight movies. Like this one:

Three big nights! Christian Bale sings and dances
in the cult musical Newsies ยท Jul 2, 3 & 4


Didn't know about it last night (and wouldn't have been able to go anyway, because I'm sick), can't go tonight, and have no one to go with tomorrow night even if I'm feeling better.

I never got to see that movie in the theater when it came out. This would have been awesome. I am sad.
 
 
02 July 2009 @ 06:37 pm
On a lighter note...

How did I never notice how unintelligible Michael Jackson's lyrics are?

A song of his came up on my shuffle today, and of course this lead to a nostalgic marathon of his music, and for having grown up on it (I can still remember my 5-year old self dancing around the living room to the "mama-say mama-sa ma-macoosa" bit from "Wanna Be Starting Something") I'm amazed at how little I know of the lyrics, even of the songs I thought I knew well.

I should have realized, considering it was David Cook who taught me the words to "Billie Jean" and it wasn't until Anoop sang "Beat It" on AI that I realized Michael wasn't telling us that "No one's wants to feel it, feel it." At least I knew that I was probably wrong about the "Strong is your hockey, strong is your fight" bit, as I do not believe it was a group of ruthless Canadians who were picking a fight with Michael. Although when it comes to Canadians, you just never know.

Similarly, I'm going to guess that the words to "Man in the Mirror" don't go like this:

Osama's disregard
A broken bottled-heart
And a one-man stove

That might be slightly off. I also doubt that in "Thriller," Michael's telling us that we're fighting for our lives inside a "Can of, can of...Greta!" as I'm not sure they sell Gretas in cans. However, I'm pretty sure the "You're a vegetable, they may hate you, you're a vegetable" from "Wanna..." is actually correct, so I suppose it's not *that* crazy.