So, everybody’s swooning over the Old Spice dude. Paul, the Engineers Guide to Cats guy, has posted his response.
For my money, cat guys rule.
– Sandy AAR
In case you haven’t seen this Brazilian baby’s samba moves.
– Sandy AAR
I’m going to treat us all to one of my favorite cat videos. And, since cruising for cute cats on YouTube is one of my favorite things to do when…er, I’m wasting time on the Internets, that is saying something. Because, hey, the truth is that I am one major league, certified, and accredited Cat Video Expert.
I like this one because he is so intense and serious about his ride. Because, as those of us who love them know, cats aren’t exactly known for having a sharp sense of humor. Or any sense of humor. At all.
But, you’ve got to admit, it does look fun.
I have a Roomba. I have a cat. Plans are underway.
– Sandy AAR
Man, the Interwebs certainly has changed our lives since Al Gore got the idea all those years ago.
Now with Twitter and FaceBook, people know where you are. Every day. All the time.
They know what you’re doing, what you’re not doing, and what you should be doing. And, unless you’re fabricating a w-a-a-a-a-y more interesting life than you really have (and it happens right here in Romanceland, I believe) they know when you’re not exercising, not working, not sleeping, and not getting any.
We all make cute quips, witty observations, and seriously profound profundities. All in 140 characters or less.
As a companion to the precious video Jane posted below, here’s another in the classic Maru the Cat oeuvre on YouTube. He is the star of many videos, but this one is my favorite. Just goes to show you don’t have to be young and cute to be adorable.
-Sandy AAR
Jean’s post about her discovery of Christopher Guest has had me fondly remembering my favorite bits from movie pasts. Thanks to the wonders of YouTube, it’s easy.
This is Spinal Tap was when most of us were introduced to the incredible talents of Mr. Guest – AKA, 5th Baron Haden-Guest. Coming up with my favorite scene was a challenge. The glories of Stonehenge aside, it finally came down to two — Lick My Love Pump (which, sadly, I couldn’t find online) and the amp that goes to 11. I settled on 11.
-Sandy AAR
Once they wrapped up the Fellowship of the Sun storyline, the season meandered pretty dramatically for me.
Crazy ass psycho bitch Sarah Newlin (acted to perky perfection) and dim bulb Jason just clicked and I loved the wry tone of the storyline.
The maenad, not so much. Generally speaking, nice people acting mean isn’t a favorite plot device of mine (I always hated the vampire Willow episodes of Buffy) and there was just too much of it. And, let’s face it, not enough Eric in the final episodes of the season.
On Sunday night I fell asleep during Mad Men.
This unprecedented occurrence is due to the fact that showrunner Matt Weiner seems to have permanently inserted his head up his ass.
In other words, I think he is putting a bit too much credence in his own press.
Do I hope that somehow, someway he will unwedge himself? You bet I do. But with meandering plots; strange, ham-handedly “meaningful” shots of nothing (what was up with Don’s hand at the May Day celebration); and a determined lack of focus on anything resembling a forward-moving plot, I’m becoming less and less optimistic.
Right now, the emperor has no clothes. None. (If things change after watching Sunday’s third episode, I will eat appropriate amounts of crow.) Mad Men has always come dangerously close to being in the red on the precious meter, but this season it is beyond pretentious. And I want my […]
It’s hot out there. How ’bout a shower to cool down?
-Sandy AAR
Well, holey moley, welcome to Sandy’s new regular Tuesday morning Sunday night TV wrap up.
And by Sunday night TV I mean Mad Men and True Blood. (Spoilers ahead. Seriously.)
Honestly, I expected to be waxing profusely about how great Sunday night’s premiere was. Only I can’t because I’m not really feeling it.