johnguinness's Diaryland Diary
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The one with all the quotation marks
I just got up, on short sleep, so this one might be in snippets. Or not.
I spent hours last night watching Justin TV. A lot of the time was spent at a feed showing old Batman movies. I thought the Michael Keaton ones were pretty good. George Clooney's was terrible. Some people in the chat were discovering the lovely Michelle Pfeiffer for the first time, encouraging Batman to "Kiss her ! Kiss her!" Instead she fell off the building into a snowy alley, where alley cats (Hah!) swarmed around her. A guy who had been carrying on a bit of a monologue in chat added the mournful line:
"now she's all cold, and covered with cats".
It was classic. I wish I'd said it. It was way better than The Penguin's, "I was their number one son, but they treated me like number two".
My other favorite phrase of the night came in a news story about a London ice cream shop that sold a Baby Gaga flavor made with breast milk. A description of one of a professor quoted in the article included:
"...Andrea Morales, an expert in disgust..."
Talk about finding your niche in life).
Speaking of disgust, I watched Charlie Sheen on Dateline. No, I'm not a disciple, although for a few hours, my Facebook employment status was "Unemployed winner". I had read that one of his "goddesses" was a model. It turns out she had modeled for a marijuana magazine. I guess it's something for guys from the Mexican drug cartels to look at while they're in our national parks growing the stuff. She said that prior to moving in with Sheen, she had been riding the bus to an eight dollar an hour job every day. I guess living in a $7.5 million mansion with everything supplied, and a car to drive was pretty appealing. The porn star moved out on them last night. Tonight he's doing a one man show on Ustream to show HBO what it's missing?
One of the actresses from Pretty Little Liars keeps trying to get Sheen's attention on twitter, and said she wants to see what exactly goes on in the "lodge". It's like watching someone trying to jump on the caboose right before the train wreck.
I forced myself to stay up this morning until Contador's stage was done. There was no TV coverage, just a guy getting calls on a cell phone with updates every ten minutes. Then it went dead, because they lost their bars in the mountain or something? Five hours of following along, and we ended up with an, "oh. by the way, Contador won". He's now in first place, with just a 12 kilometer Time Trial to go. Time Trials are like those Olympic Ice Dancing events where all the couples attempt the same dance to the same song, except this on on special bikes, with the guys wearing all things aero, and the fastest wins.
I made a late night grocery run, so breakfast is to be either $1 Tuna Helper, 88 cent cake, or pancakes with maple syrup. I guess I'll see if I still have my pancake cooking skills from a few weeks ago. The tick is having the pan hot enough, and watching the air bubbles to know when to flip them.
I'm going to try to watch the Duke versus North Carolina basketball game tonight. If I can't sit through that one, I have no shot at following March Madness. I'd have a better chance if I was watching on something bigger than a computer monitor.
Ta.
5:35 p.m. - Saturday, Mar. 05, 2011
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