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poltr1Yeah I know Friday's the usual day for Idiot(s) of the Week.
This week's crop:
Winona Ryder for being found guilty of shoplifting. Sorry, but researching a role by playacting in real life (and not cuing in the security guards) is not an acceptable excuse to break the law. Now, if you were in a LARP (live-action role-play) group, then things might have been different. BTW, I still loved you in Beetle Juice and Mermaids.
The 20,000 or so people who voted for expelled Ohio congressman James Traficant. Hey, he was welcome to run, but since I don't live in that district, I can't comprehend why people would still vote for him.
And anyone who has attempted to duplicate any of the stunts in "Jackass: The Movie". Doesn't anyone read dislaimers anymore? Maybe they should have said,
"If you even think about trying any of these at home, you are a jackass!" If you can't be delicate, be blunt.
Weekends in the fall in Ohio often involve the religion of Football. The local TV stations devote half of their Friday night news program to cover the high school games. Saturday is College Football Day -- Columbus shuts down if OSU plays a home game. (This weekend, they didn't; they were up at Purdue.) And Sunday is NFL day.
This weekend had no Adventures in Dining. We stayed home because the weather was mostly yucky. Friday night dinner was at Steak & Shake. Then we came home. Grindergirl was on Letterman again! This week's object for "Will it Float?" was a jar of olives, which sank line a rock.
Saturday morning (and afternoon) was spent working outside for my condo association's work day. I helped clean out gutters. (Actually, I held the ladder fr the guy who did the actual cleaning.) I then replaced one of the tires on my wife's car, and went shopping a local pet shop for cat food, litter, and bird food.
Saturday's Dinner was from Dorthy Lane Market -- beef tenderloin, orange-glazed sweet potatoes, and green beans almondine -- and washed down with a rather nice Merlot. (Oliver Winery, 1998 vintage.) Then my wife and I spent the evening watching TLC's Trading Spaces. I am learning to despise Doug the designer. If there is anything that the original owner specifies (e.g. "Don't paint the fireplace"), that's the first thing he'll suggest, and he'll get in a snit when the neighbors say that they'll honor the original neighbor's request and stick up for them. He should learn to Check His Ego At The Door.
Sunday is my usual "be-a-slug" day, and slept in till about 10:30. I ran some errands, which included dropping off some prescriptions for my wife at the local pharmacy. They always have to ask me inane questions, like "Have you filled prescriptions here before?" and "What's the patient's birth date"? I don't know if it's store policy, or if the health insurance laws require these questions, but I've gone there so many times that I expect them to know me, my family, and my medical history on sight, and get serviced, no questions asked. Whatever happened to personalized service? Or did go the way of the slide rule and 8-track tape in this day and age of super-hyper-mega-markets?
Then it poured. We had a severe thunderstorm warning this afternoon -- unusual for November. While the storm was underway, I cooked dinner. I made a casserole with canned chicken, Campbell's Cream of Mushroom soup, milk, shredded pepper Jack cheese, and Pillsbury crescent rolls. Although the original reacipe calls for mile cheddar cheese, that makes it too darn bland. Also, Campbell's now makes their mushroom soup creamier. No more does it come out of the can in a big can-shaped lump. I'm gonna miss the slurping sound it used to make as it leaves the can.
This week's crop:
Winona Ryder for being found guilty of shoplifting. Sorry, but researching a role by playacting in real life (and not cuing in the security guards) is not an acceptable excuse to break the law. Now, if you were in a LARP (live-action role-play) group, then things might have been different. BTW, I still loved you in Beetle Juice and Mermaids.
The 20,000 or so people who voted for expelled Ohio congressman James Traficant. Hey, he was welcome to run, but since I don't live in that district, I can't comprehend why people would still vote for him.
And anyone who has attempted to duplicate any of the stunts in "Jackass: The Movie". Doesn't anyone read dislaimers anymore? Maybe they should have said,
"If you even think about trying any of these at home, you are a jackass!" If you can't be delicate, be blunt.
Weekends in the fall in Ohio often involve the religion of Football. The local TV stations devote half of their Friday night news program to cover the high school games. Saturday is College Football Day -- Columbus shuts down if OSU plays a home game. (This weekend, they didn't; they were up at Purdue.) And Sunday is NFL day.
This weekend had no Adventures in Dining. We stayed home because the weather was mostly yucky. Friday night dinner was at Steak & Shake. Then we came home. Grindergirl was on Letterman again! This week's object for "Will it Float?" was a jar of olives, which sank line a rock.
Saturday morning (and afternoon) was spent working outside for my condo association's work day. I helped clean out gutters. (Actually, I held the ladder fr the guy who did the actual cleaning.) I then replaced one of the tires on my wife's car, and went shopping a local pet shop for cat food, litter, and bird food.
Saturday's Dinner was from Dorthy Lane Market -- beef tenderloin, orange-glazed sweet potatoes, and green beans almondine -- and washed down with a rather nice Merlot. (Oliver Winery, 1998 vintage.) Then my wife and I spent the evening watching TLC's Trading Spaces. I am learning to despise Doug the designer. If there is anything that the original owner specifies (e.g. "Don't paint the fireplace"), that's the first thing he'll suggest, and he'll get in a snit when the neighbors say that they'll honor the original neighbor's request and stick up for them. He should learn to Check His Ego At The Door.
Sunday is my usual "be-a-slug" day, and slept in till about 10:30. I ran some errands, which included dropping off some prescriptions for my wife at the local pharmacy. They always have to ask me inane questions, like "Have you filled prescriptions here before?" and "What's the patient's birth date"? I don't know if it's store policy, or if the health insurance laws require these questions, but I've gone there so many times that I expect them to know me, my family, and my medical history on sight, and get serviced, no questions asked. Whatever happened to personalized service? Or did go the way of the slide rule and 8-track tape in this day and age of super-hyper-mega-markets?
Then it poured. We had a severe thunderstorm warning this afternoon -- unusual for November. While the storm was underway, I cooked dinner. I made a casserole with canned chicken, Campbell's Cream of Mushroom soup, milk, shredded pepper Jack cheese, and Pillsbury crescent rolls. Although the original reacipe calls for mile cheddar cheese, that makes it too darn bland. Also, Campbell's now makes their mushroom soup creamier. No more does it come out of the can in a big can-shaped lump. I'm gonna miss the slurping sound it used to make as it leaves the can.
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Date: 2002-11-11 04:38 am (UTC)Amen, brother, testify! I am *such* the Trading Spaces Junky. I *had* to watch it on Saturday because they were doing the "TS: They Hated It" episodes. Of -course- they hated that room: Doug did it. He's only, what, the Most Arrogant, Most Contemporary, Flamingest Queen on the whole show. He is my -least- favorite designer. Not because I don't like contemporary decor and he does exclusively contemporary. Because he 1) doesn't take into account the homeowner's wishes 2) he doesn't hear out his team 3) he throws tantrums when he doesn't get his way 4) doesn't give a flying rat's behind if "his room" matches any other aspect of the homeowner's home, personailty, or lifestyle. I could go on, but I'll spare you the rest of my Doug rant. I *love* that there's a whole show focused on the fact that "They Hated" one of his designs.
But I was also bummed that they didn't show the 'The Dating Game' room. Of all the "Oh, this is all coming down in the morning" reactions, theirs was the best. "Oh. My. God. You painted the set of the Dating Game in my Living Room." They were so cool, because they clearly hated it, but rather than get upset, they got all sarcastic all over the designer and the designer's competancy as a decorator.
Two of my other least favorite designers include Hildy (the 'Mauve/Tope' circus tent room) and the "woman with the wierd lamps who always wears hats". Again, because they totally dismiss the homeowners as irrelevant. And because they are both so damned bitter all the time.
But then, there is Frank, and the whole show is saved. He's so sweet, and so cuddly-looking. And he wins brownie points with me every time because: 1) he tries to match the room to the homeowners 2) he tries to incorporate his team's ideas 3) he does the coolest craft projects 4) he thinks kid's rooms should all have swings. It helps that his 'style' is typically what I would want in my house. I would so *love* anything Frank did to my house. And there is also Gwen? (the sweet blonde cutey) who's designs don't -always- thrill me, but who also believes in 1-3 like Frank does.
So, what I'm saying here, 3 pages into your comment section, is I *ADORE* Trading Spaces. Hello, my name's Maedbh7, and I'm a TLC-aholic geek. -H...
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Date: 2002-11-11 06:04 am (UTC)(drool)
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