Yup.
So other than a few things in the kitchen, our TVs, our microwaves (yes we have ... two) and our closets (which are all in good shape, I hope), pretty much everything that's going is all packed up. Check the progress:
Hey, it's only taken a month. Hahahahahahaha
Anyway, sometime in the next few hours this here eMac is getting unplugged and I won't be around to update this thing for a while, so ... I think that's it until then? Yes. See you in Minnesota!
Love,
Kim
I should be asleep right now but I just had to point out
PARIS (Reuters) — French crooner Sacha Distel, whose seductive good looks won him legions of female fans around the world, died Thursday, his record company said. He was 71.
Distel died at a family home near St. Tropez in the south of France after having been ill for some time. A private funeral is expected Saturday in the Paris region.
Although the cause of death was not immediately known, the singer was hit by thyroid cancer in 1970 and skin cancer a decade later.
His version of "The Sunshine of My Life" with Brigitte Bardot is forever a mixtape favorite. Holy moly, what a suave dude. Also, R.I.P. Jerry Goldsmith! The Omen, man, The Omen.
I really need to get some sleep.
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The man who had trouble communicating in English as a rookie had no trouble delivering a string of one-liners Tuesday with the confidence of a stand-up comedian. For example:
• Has he shifted his emotions from Sacramento to Los Angeles?
"I'm in between. Around Bakersfield."
• Can he be an effective passing center?
"Well, we are going to see if they are going to pass me the ball."
• How has he changed since he was last a Laker?
"I speak English."
• And finally, Divac's reaction when they held up his new/old uniform No. 12, which has also been worn by Jerome Kersey, Derek Harper, Mike Penberthy and Jannero Pargo.
"Why did you give it to them?"
-- Out With The Old, In With Older (LATimes.com)
This is killing me so hard. Augh. Augh. Augh. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. Also P.S., look how hot he is!!!
:'( :'( :'( :'( :'( x infinity
Hey, remember how I told you a couple months ago that the median price of houses around here was up to $520K? Well check this out:
"The median price of houses sold in Santa Clara County climbed to $599,000 in June, the fifth consecutive month of record-high prices, racking up a 15.2 percent increase from a year earlier." -- San Jose Mercury News (7/17/2004)
Yeah, I think we've made the right decision.
I'm still in mourning over this whole Vlade scandal (thank you all for your concern by the way), but if there is one thing that can take my mind off of tragedy and loss momentarily, it is shopping. Check out my badass new sneakers!
$14.99 at Ross ("Dress for Less"), baby. OH HELL YEAH
sacbee.com -- Kings -- Divac to sign with Lakers
I hate it. I hate it. I hate it.
OH
MY
GOD
So you know, Aloud is like one of my favoritest new bands ever in, uh, the last 12 months, in that they are Frenchy and dancey and housey, and the singer has this outlandishly macho and unctuously suave voice that is a wonder and a thrill to behold. (Take a wild guess which one he is in that picture over there, oh ho ho.) While I was away, the Mr. dug up their new "Sex & Sun" single for me, since I had no idea it was out or anything (Europeans!), and that inspired me to go to their site to get all updated on their doings and stuff. So they had the video for "Sex & Sun" up there, right? So I watched it? And
OH
MY
GOD
it is a total homage to one of the great achievements in music video history, "Club Tropicana" by Wham! As if I didn't adore Aloud enough already. About 15 seconds in I realized that my "Haha, it's Pepsi & Shirley" joke was actually no coincidence, and I was so shocked, I started screaming. I think Christopher might have run in here to make sure I was okay. Anyway, there are total shot-by-shot recreations that must be seen to be believed, including trumpets in the pool, the waterfall shower scene (!) and all sorts of scandalous cavorting in Speedos and Ray-Bans. You just might have a heart attack, and you will thank me for it.
The other night I had a dream that S Club 7 was on the cover of Rolling Stone, and I was thinking "Oh, of course."
I'm deep in packing madness and just got back from a trip to Minneapolis to see the new house (details ... later?!) and boy, does this page ever look like crap when there's not enough postage on it. So here, take a gander at this bad boy dating all the way back to the nice half of 2001.
Whoo, woo.
Thank God we're getting the real criminals off our streets and into the prisons where they belong!
(That was sarcasm.)
Oh man, oh, Martha, I'm lost without her. She taught me how to poach chicken (and that chicken was delicious). She sold me Le Creuset cookware and the pen I used to address our wedding invitations. She's a genius and she deserves better. House arrest I can understand, but hard time? Good Lord. What kind of risk could she possibly pose to the rest of the world that she should deserve to be imprisoned? I don't get it. At all.
Because there are so many other things I should be doing right now, here's a list of all the songs on the iPod. This feature threatens to be updated on occasion.
Silencio
Silencioooo
Silencioooooooooo
I know, I know, I've been out of it. Anyway, we signed the papers for the movers during the day and it's a done deal, we're out of here on ... the 26th? I think? Holy moly.
I wish I could tell you exciting tales of wonder and amazement but we're too busy trying to pack, or at least thinking about trying to pack. Maybe we've managed to pack maybe 10 boxes so far? I dunno. We've actually been doing a lot of unpacking of old boxes that haven't been opened, throwing stuff away, reorganizing them, consolidating stuff into other boxes, whatever. I'm trying not to make any of this needlessly complicated, but I tend to overthink things like this.
Since I've been so neglectful, here are 10 random observational item-type things.
1) Every time Alton Brown says "flatten your ball" on the "Good Eats" pizza episode, I snicker.
2) I threw away all my post-college issues of Spin and Rolling Stone, or so I thought.
3) I discovered a bunch of them yesterday in a box that hadn't been opened in five years.
4) I threw them away.
5) They magically became un-thrown-away when I wasn't looking.
6) Since he's been on vacation, I miss "Imus in the Morning" on MSNBC like a crazy person.
7) I hate my blogue categories and should probably change them someday, or at least cut 'em in half and ... uh ... recategorize them.
8) My collection of the Kinks on CD sure leaves a lot to be desired (Soap Opera, Preservation Act 1, Preservation Act 2, Come Dancing).
9) I mean, I like those albums and everything, I'd just like to have MORE.
10) I need tranquilizers.
Jane said: I think that I need to start watching "The Jury" all the time now, if it always has where it tells you the real story at the end all flashback like.
Yes yes and yes, that is totally what is what gets me with that show.
When they first started showing the commercials for "The Jury," Chris was all, "Hey, we need to watch that," and I was all, "Eew," because despite the Tom Fontana/Barry Levinson pedigree it looked plodding and deadly and I was endlessly disturbed by the presence of model-turned-actress Shalom Harlow.
So we watched the show and I was like, "This is plodding and deadly," because you don't really get to know the so-called "regular" characters, who are whichever staff happen to be involved in the case. Excepting the clumsy "Getting to know the staff" interludes which are about as appealing as the current Burger King ad campaign, and I hate that Burger King ad campaign. Aside from that, the first fully-formed opinion I had about it was that I really really really hated that pseudo-hipster pseudo-nerd bailiff, and that's gotten exponentially worse with each episode. I truly actively hate him and want someone to run through the courthouse with a gun and kill him in the face.
Now, even with all my sitting around and rolling my eyes about it, I have discovered that I am a little obsessed with the show. It's totally the competitive "Who'll get it right?" element of the storytelling, with the actual crime revealed at the end. It's even worse than "CSI," because "CSI" is engineered to swerve you — when I watch it I'm just trying to foresee all the swerves. Same with "Without a Trace," a.k.a. "The Enrique Murciano Finds Lost People Hour." But on "The Jury," the outcome — "the truth" rather than "the decision," I guess — could totally be obvious and straightforward, but because the attorneys and the jurors are throwing out all these crazy insane possibilities that could all totally be taken seriously, you could just as easily be swayed from what you think in your gut is right. And you really don't want to guess wrong in what's basically a 50-50 shot at being right. Right? It's ingenious.
They're on the verge of getting canned if this report is any indication, so maybe they should kill off the bailiff and hire more "Oz" people to give it a shot in the butt. Jon Seda was looking good, man, who knew?