Also, The Boy is being punished (I'm joking) for putting a magazine with an ACTUAL SIZED bird eating tarantula on my bed. To wake me up. Good morning! Holy fahk. I cannot tell you how FREAKED OUT by tarantulas I am. Little garden spiders? Yes, please, and all the bugs you can catch. HUGE, hairy, jawed and fanged things that EAT BIRDS?? I am totally Ron Weasley *shudders and cries a little* We took the kids to a bug exhibit this summer - butterflies and moths. OH NO. THEY LIED. They had table after table of millipedes the side of BRATWURSTS and - what I believed to be - SATAN. I mean a baseball glove with fangs. I mean a BIRD EATING TARANTULA. WITH NO LID ON THE CASE. My middle girl started crying. YES. She takes after me, and gets the big slice of pie. *kisses her*
I am just POURING over the new isse of Vanity Fair. SO many great articles. That's a hard magazine to justify some months... Like the friggin' Paris Hilton issue that went straight into the trash. But there are some seriously fantastic articles. After the 50 pages of THINGS to buy. Bleh. There's a great article about Barabara Bush and her "Let them eat pork rinds" gobbledegook after Katrina. I learned a phrase: TUMBRIL REMARK. Which is: something that catches the essence of the upper-class' incredulity at the sheer inconvenience of having to put up with poor people. GENIUS. It has to be off the cuff, without irony or acknowledgement of class to count. Ergo: Babs and her "this is working out for them" comment at the Houston Astrodome. A very Oscar Wilde-esque turn of phrase, but without the realization of your own idiocy.
Best one: Lady Diana Cooper, 1930s, sitting in her Rolls waiting to be driven off somewhere, poor, starving man shambles to the window and exclaims he hasn't eaten in 3 days. "Foolish man that you are, you must TRY! If need be, you must force yourself." I love how the author of the article compares the entire Bush clan to these folks. And just how many times the Bushes have uttered "aw, shucks-isms" after making tumbril remarks. So anyway... Vanity Fair. Great articles - some of the best I find, to be honest-they fit right into my brain the way I like, i suppose - but all of the friggin' DIAMOND ads. And watches. And perfect perfect people. It takes a bit of the shine off.
And finally: VERONICA MARS. Goddamn, I love that show. Love. It. I do NOT trust Duncan, haven't since they started dating, and something that I love about the show is how honest the dialogue is. Logan seeing VM and snarking: "Remember when I had you up against the sink, kissing you? And you had your legs wrapped around my waist?" *shudders, holds lighter high* Yessssss. Unabashed VM/LE shipper. Sorry. LAMB! Not completely an asshole. I would have been pissed if the writers didn't have him doing ONE thing right on the job. I mean, come on. Okay. Stopping before I get spoilery.
I completely missed ponders_life's birthday yesterday!! Oh, she is just LOVELY. Makes gorgeous, customized icons, of which I am the proud owner of several - garden themed and in the colors I love because she is thoughtful like that. A dedicated reader, icon maker, and sense of humor? SHe ROCKS. Happy birthday (belated)! Today is also savoytruffle's b-day, and if I can get my act together, I'll upload that song for everyone to listen and rock out to in honor of you! Happy birthday!
crazydiamondsue: did you get that baddirtywrong RPS I sent? Try again? Scrap it? Not sure about your email sitch...