I get asked 6 or 7 times a day if I’m watching the Olympics and what I think about the Olympics and if I’m enjoying the Olympics. I’ve been so half-hearted about the entire thing since it started, what with the funky intro music selections and the entire odd opening ceremonies. But watching the actual coverage has been so HARD for me but I wasn’t sure why until I read Matt H.’s take on it. I agree with his opinion. I would so enjoying watching the raw satellite feeds of each event online instead of the crappy hollywoodized tv coverage.
Fiona Apple with Zach Galifianakis
I never would have out them together. But, why not? You might recognize Zach from Late Night with Zach on VH1 a few years ago. Or from Comedians of Comedy from Comedy Central. When I watch him, he always makes me feel like I’m getting to know new friends, we were having a lovely conversation which suddenly turned uncomfortable because the wife mentioned her husband’s nose picking and porn habit, the husband ‘jokes’ back that she spends twice the budget buying crap on TV, and I wish I could have left just four minutes earlier yet I’m compelled to stay and see what happens. He has photos on his website that crack me up.
Here is the Not About Love video. I am truly in love/awe of Fiona Apple’s creativity.
Good Advice
“My nose hurts. Inside. It feels kind of like a paper cut.”
“My advice – stop filing papers in there.”
Does the Site Look Odd?
That is because we are changing things around.
Thanks for your patience.
xo
EDIT: i think we are calling it a night. if you see any wierdness, let me know.
Simi Valley Wind
The wind has been hollering and whining at us for days. According to this site, the wind is about 17 mph coming from the North with gusts of 23 mph.
In my opinion, we have somehow chosen to live along the path that leads to a fiery hell and the wind can’t wait to get in there. The winds slow down just enough so that you forget and then they suddenly yell at you again and move everything around outside and threaten to tip over your car until you pee your pants at which point they slow down, you eventually get busy playing Boggle again and then the whole thing starts over.
Where I grew up in Utah, we had a few windstorms but they were so much weaker. Here is the comparison:
The Mormon winds = Tabernacle Choir = Spirit of God = bad Jell-O products and people smiling too much. Slightly annoying but besides poking them, you let it go for the most part.
Simi Winds = The preacher in Footloose giving a speech to young Kevin Bacon = Bunny in Donnie Darko = Fiery Depths of Hell. Scary shit. If you haven’t hid already, it’s now too late.
On the Phone
“Mommy, her house is on Bank Street. And since you always get lost and blame it on me and say I didn’t say it right, I’m going to spell it out for you. Ready? B as in Boy, A as in Apple, N as in ……. Gnome, and K as in …………….Cool but like the really cool people spell it.”
Morning Interchange
“You keep touching my butt. That is like 4 times this morning.”
“Well, I like your butt. It’s so….nice and big and round.”
“Here’s a hint. Don’t tell your wife her butt is big and round.”
“What about the ‘nice’? I said ‘nice’, too!”
“But that is not what I hear. I hear BIG.”
“Hey, I like big butts and I can not lie.”
“I’m physically ill now. I’m gagging.”
“No. You’re laughing.”
True
“When they make the movie of our lives, they will never get that part right. They couldn’t. It was too great.”
Nikki and Laura May
Two of my nieces at Wire Pass with their mom, my sister, Natalie, taken by Rick, their dad. Utah can be so lovely. And the girls are the cutest evah.
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