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I Almost Really Enjoyed Last Night's Angel

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except for the fact that Angel had to have sex with Eve. Ick. OK, now isn't Angel supposed to be spending all of eternity pining over his Onw True Love Buffy? I know, it was a mystical spell and all, blah, blah, blah, but I didn't like it. So there.

They did improve his hair. It is back to first season Angel hair. But you win some, you lose some because he spent way too much time without his shirt on. Gak.

In the meantime, the story had some cute elements. The whole thing with the Archduke was kind of funny, but I do not think the cute one liners make up for the fact that they will not get into the story yet. Everyone is just kind of hanging around, and Angel's character has been kind of , well, disgusting. I really hope they get on the ball soon. Even then, I think it is stime to hang it up. I cannot look at David Boreanaz anymore.

Here is what Victor has to say about it.

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What Dr Seuss character are you?

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Lorax
Which Dr. Seuss character are you?

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This is actually one of the few Dr Seuss books I've never read.

Thanks to Karen Marie for this quiz.

Ok, I Agree

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with Victor that last night's Angel rocked. Victor does give a much more in depth review than I feel like giving at the moment. I would like to say that I was getting very dissappointed very quickly with the last few episodes and started thinking "oh, they should have just canceled the darn show." But here was a decent episode in the same Angel tradition.

I cannot help myself though, David Boreanaz needs to do something with himself. I was so relieved to see the "partial nudity" was James Marsters bare thighs and no part of David. Maybe a hair cut (puh-leeze I mean I know it is more up to date, but it ain't workin'), hit the gym, and button up the shirts and we'll be a'ight. He is just not sexy anymore...

Ah, The Joy of Co-Sleeping

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Let us now consider the plight of the blender, that versatile -- but often ignored -- appliance. That drainer of current and dimmer of lights; that crusher of ice and that sine qua non of smoothies.

The blender longs to serve. It knows that if only it were accessible, if only its owner, its lord and master, remembered its mere existence, that it would be pressed into service. It longs for the day when its owner sees it and exclaims, "Eureka! Thou, O blender, can help me with my problem of too many ripe bananas!"

But the blender's power is its undoing. Its service is usually not required daily (unless its owner is on Slim-Fast or a daquiri jag), so it is usually banished from the prime real estate on the countertop, from the august company of the coffee maker and the toaster oven. Yet its heavy base and its tall, majestic vessel often prevent it from being stowed in the lower cabinets.

So the blender sits, ignored but patiently waiting, in the upper cabinets. It knows that it has been forgotten by its owner. It knows that if the owner thinks for a moment about a smoothie or a milkshake, the happy idea will be followed by the grim realization that a smoothie or milkshake will involve remembering where the blender is, finding the stepstool, climbing up to retrieve it, blowing the dust off, realizing that the upper cabinets really do need a thorough cleaning.... The effort, and the oppressive thought of fall cleaning, are too much. The food processor, squat and resigned with its harem of accessories, sees the blender's downcast countenance and sneers.

And the blender languishes on, forgotten, dreaming of a renovation that will allow him to join the inner circle of elite household countertop appliances....

Who else but...G.K. Chesterton?

The Song Against Grocers
(From "The Flying Inn", 1914)

God made the wicked Grocer
For a mystery and a sign,
That men might shun the awful shops
And go to inns to dine;
Where the bacon's on the rafter
And the wine is in the wood,
And God that made good laughter
Has seen that they are good.

The evil-hearted Grocer
Would call his mother "Ma'am,"
And bow at her and bob at her,
Her aged soul to damn,
And rub his horrid hands and ask
What article was next
Though MORTIS IN ARTICULO
Should be her proper text.

His props are not his children,
But pert lads underpaid,
Who call out "Cash!" and bang about
To work his wicked trade;
He keeps a lady in a cage
Most cruelly all day,
And makes her count and calls her "Miss"
Until she fades away.

The righteous minds of innkeepers
Induce them now and then
To crack a bottle with a friend
Or treat unmoneyed men,
But who hath seen the Grocer
Treat housemaids to his teas
Or crack a bottle of fish sauce
Or stand a man a cheese?

He sells us sands of Araby
As sugar for cash down;
He sweeps his shop and sells the dust
The purest salt in town,
He crams with cans of poisoned meat
Poor subjects of the King,
And when they die by thousands
Why, he laughs like anything.

The wicked Grocer groces
In spirits and in wine,
Not frankly and in fellowship
As men in inns do dine;
But packed with soap and sardines
And carried off by grooms,
For to be snatched by Duchesses
And drunk in dressing-rooms.

The hell-instructed Grocer
Has a temple made of tin,
And the ruin of good innkeepers
Is loudly urged therein;
But now the sands are running out
From sugar of a sort,
The Grocer trembles; for his time,
Just like his weight, is short.

About four years ago, we purchased Rosey Posey a My Twinn doll. For a few years each birthday and Christmas, Rosey Posey and Mini Rosey Posey would receive a matching outfit complete with shoes and so on. I am wondering if the doll was more of a choice for Mom than Rosey Posey because more often than not, the doll is lying on my daughter's bedroom floor, her head backwards, hair all askew and not in one of her lovely little outfits, but her hospital gown (if you send the doll for any repairs, which we have done, they send it back in a hospital gown). The doll always looks as though it was out all night partying and has been admitted to the psychiatric ward. My brother, the one who I just wrote about who ran away to Sam Goody's at age eight, decided to teach my daughter a lesson by telling her what the consequences of allowing Mini Rosey Posey to lay around on the bedroom floor looking disheveled are. Warning:This is really pointless and silly stuff, so if you are not a fan of pointless and silly, I suggest you skip this.

I think it may be a good idea for you to stop Mini Rosey Posey from going to these parties and getting wasted (she's probably drunk out of her mind, passed out on the floor right now). I'm worried for her health. Just remember this: when she asks you for your car keys, just say no! She's gonna get in a fatal car accident, and it would all be your fault. Then, you'd have to live with the guilt of being responsible for her death. When that happens, you'll try to commit suicide by jumping off a bridge. You'll ALMOST succeed, but a strange guy named "The Leader" is going to save you and help you to realize the value of your life by making you a member of his cult. This cult is a group of people who live on a mountain in Colorado, residing in underground huts. You will make a pledge to eat nothing but dirt and goats, but in order to kill the goats for food, you will have to use your bare hands, because "The Leader" doesn't believe in using metal or wooden tools to kill goats. The cult will refer to you as "Wrestles With Goats." Eventually, you'll realize that this is a stupid cult and become a bum on the streets of Boise, Idaho, living off of the kindness of strangers and stolen apples. Then, you're gonna get a job working in a bowling alley, but not until you start smoking and your voice changes, because you can't work at a bowling alley unless it sounds like you have been smoking for your whole life. Upon quitting your job at the bowling alley, you'll buy clothes from 1986, make your hair really frizzy and move to Voorheesville, working at the SuperValu. In your spare time, you'll become a bus driver, and you'll forever be known as "Peggy." And this will all happened because you let Mini Rosey Posey have the keys to the Cadillac. So please take my advice. You don't want to become a Voorheesville woman.

School of Rock

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I thought this movie was so cute and a lot of fun. I am not sure why it had a PG-13 rating because it entertained the children as much as the adults. I do not know why I get very excited when I see cute and talented children.

Last Night's Angel

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I was not impressed. David Boreanaz needs a new look. He is a handsome guy, but he is a little older, a little heavier and the see through black shirts are not working anymore. Nor is the new longer hair.

I was dissappointed because we waited all night long for Spike to materialise, sat through a boring non-story edisode and Spike did not show until the last five minutes.

I really hope Harmony is not a constant character because she will get on my nerves, but I guess I can deal with her cameo appearances more than I could deal with Connor last season.

Gunn looks pretty fly as a lawyer in a suit, that was a plus that had no bearing on anything at all, and it did not compensate for the lame story.

I hope this all comes together much better and real soon. I really hope that Joss Whedon does not wait until the second to the last episode to explain why Angel is now the head of Wolfram and Hart and what this is all about. Who needs that?


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