Dollar Spot
I thought becoming a parent would change my sense of humor to be a little more wholesome but no. I now have a pre-adolescent to affirm my wit, which only encourages me and makes me worse. Look what my son found in the Dollar Spot in Target:
Not bad for a dollar, especially considering that you can't get Viagra on Medicaid anymore. Check out the instructions - pretty impressive:
My son and I went to see the Stones on Saturday. I figured it was like taking him to see Caruso sing, and I'm not sure if there will ever be an intersection of him tolerating going to a concert with his mom, and the Stones playing near us ever again. It was a very good show; exactly what you would expect, with Mick doing his Mick thing and pyrotechnics and gigantic inflatable stage sets. But in terms of emotional response, Sigur Ros in concert really did it for me much better. And good God, the Stones are so incredibly, incredibly old. I have to admit, I was a little afraid for Keef - he looked so tired. And there is no way you could say Mick is sexy anymore. He just isn't.
Mykull and I went to see A History of Violence, mainly to see beautiful, beautiful Viggo. It's a good movie too - it reminded me a lot of The Unforgiven. It's supposed to be an allegory of Bush's administration, specifically, it's foreign policy, but without spoiling the movie, it also seems very symptomatic of the values that are revered right now in this country, and the denial inherent in holding those values. Or maybe I'm a cynical old bat. And the little girl in the movie sucks.
The sprog and I went to Centerfest yesterday, which is always a good time. We had mango on a stick, which was awesome, especially with chili powder. And they had some bouncy inflatable thingies which were fun. Except for the worm/snake which had an exit that looked horribly vulval. Watching kids pop out of there was really disconcerting.
posted by Marianne @ 5:47 PM
7 Comments:
geez, i did everything you did over the weekend, at the exact same time (except i went to see junebug instead of a history of violence - i wanted to see it, but two people told me it was ham-handed and too slow). and considering that mykull and i rarely like the same movie - at least the ones we see together, maybe i should avoid this one. mykull, remember house of sand and fog??
Hey Darcy
Did you grow your monster this weekend? Because I did and it's still growing...
i have "grow a boss", right next to a rubber stamp that says "i haven't got time to read this crap". (http://flickr.com/photos/62887555@N00/5010038/) they both come in handy.
i don't think i've ever literally creamed my shorts until i saw viggo on the daily show. i find that now, after viewing that HOTT photo, the gushing has returned. thanks.
ray & i drove right through duke campus as the concert was getting out saturday night. hoo-boy, that was fun.
marianne, i just have one thing to say to you...
...naughty! :)
you have been up to many, many things, my friend - but the horribly vulval snake tops them all.
(mango on a stick? where was the pit?
I know, the snake freaked me out, managing to be both kind of phallic and whatever-the-girl-version-of-phallic is at the same time.
As for the mango, the pit was still in there, but the stick didn't go through it, and yet the mango was securely held. Some kind of Mexican voo-doo.
I have so much in common with him:
I too have a wierdly multi-cultural family (Scottish, Greek, Jamaican and I guess American).
I too have brown hair, though on occasion dyed orange or blonde.
I too have two younger siblings of the same sex.
I too have delusions of artistry and linguistic ability.
I too have one boy from a broken marriage.
I too have an unknown weight.
And I'm almost the same height (off by an inch).
He is my soulmate.
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