I just realised, Packed To The Rafters is like our own Australian version of a quaint British comedy-drama: characters spouting unrealistic cliche-ridden dialogue to solve problems in a 45 minute show that no actual person would care two seconds about in real life.
Perhaps that’s why I dislike it so much.
I fucking hate my teeth.
The Artist was excellent. :) At least now I’ll have some kind of opinion to work off during the Oscars.
Plus they played the love theme from Vertigo - that was a surprise!
Bowie lovers, take heed.
The internet can be a really difficult factor in this relationship sometimes. :(
But knowing May is only 70 days away makes it all worth it. I can’t wait. :)
oh my god jeremy wake up
I’m awake I’m awake. Well, still waking up, but I’m online!
was much better than the
Homer of The Odyssey” —Mike Nelson, It Lives By Night Rough Cut (sing it to “Owner of a Lonely Heart”)
i won’t remember to say this to jeremy 20 minutes from now so jeremy can we watch bringing up baby tomorrow night okay thank you
Just got home from work helping people park their cars. And one of the drivers, a 50-something Italian man, came up to me and said that one of the other parking attendants was “a real asshole” and for me to “tell him to stay until 4:30, because when I come back I’m gonna fix that cunt up.”
I got off work at 2:30. I suppose I should have warned guy what was coming to him before I left. Oh well.