Victoria

Claire got the movie Young Victoria and told me it is supposed to be really good. I asked who told her it was good and she vaguely answered, “a lot of people.” Immediately after it started, I said, “My dad would love this.” Claire replied, “Yeah, he really liked it.” So, it came out that my dad recommended it and Claire was afraid to tell me because I would assume it was boooooring and refuse to watch.

Knowing this, my expectations were sufficiently lowered and I wound up loving the movie. Maybe I’m just getting old and the basket case on The Breakfast Club was right: turning into our parents is inevitable. If that’s true, I suppose I could do a lot worse.

Spam…but really it’s an excuse to post this photo of Julie…

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So, the following was an email I received from Julie, Goddess of the Internet…made me smile.

I have a little less than a million comments in moderation that need to be spammed into outer space, but I can’t get through them all to mark them as spam before my computer says “fatal error. you have exceded the time blah blah” –because there are too damn many of them!!
Should I ignore? do I care?
xoxo
jgoti

Bloody Cool

Just when I was wondering what I was going to write about this week, cousin Michael comes over wanting to show us a “bloody cool” something or other he was worried wouldn’t last long enough to wait. Upon seeing his body art, I had to agree…it’s pretty bloody cool.
Michael F-Dude

bloody cool: [bluhd-ee kool] -adjective
something with a skull, a snake, at least one guitar, and flames.