Blogger forced me to upgrade to Beta, only it's not Beta anymore but whatever. If denial is that easy then I'm not old, so there.
I know some of the writers of blogs I read regularly have had a holy hell shit experience when forced to change to NotBeta but so far so good for me. Fingers crossed.
The Roommate and I went to see The Queen last night and Helen Mirren did a superb job portraying an up tight twit, but she always does a great job with whatever role she portrays. Prince Charles was portrayed as a spineless sniveling twit and I always thought of him as strong, yet dumb in an inbred sort of way; Prince Phillip was the one I always viewed as spineless, I mean he's old and he's still a prince and he's never getting a promotion. His wife is the queen so she pretty much should be the one wearing the pants in the family. Queen mother was kind of spiteful but she was always viewed as sweet, so maybe they were playing everyone against their assumed personalities. Who knows, but it was highly entertaining.
But what was most interesting about the movie is basically what's interesting about the way the Roommate and I go to movies, with a backpack full of goodies, and when I say goodies I mean a bottle of wine, turkey jerky, smoked salmon and triple cheese Kettle chips. He did buy some whoppers at the theater, so they did make SOME money off of us. I highly suggest you go to movies like this, especially if it's a kiddie flick you're taking in. A lovely Oregon Pinot Noir goes great with cartoons.
When the part about Diana dying came up the Roommate turned to me and wispered "I remember exactly where I was when I learned Diana had died, Mayflower Hotel in Seattle". I responded "Me too, I was sitting on the toilet taking a dump at my friend Mark's house". I guess it's our generation's version of "Where were you when you heard Kennedy had been shot?". Go ahead and post where you were when you had heard the news of the royal death, may be interesting. Then again, it may not be either, only time will tell, so do your part and comment.
I know some of the writers of blogs I read regularly have had a holy hell shit experience when forced to change to NotBeta but so far so good for me. Fingers crossed.
The Roommate and I went to see The Queen last night and Helen Mirren did a superb job portraying an up tight twit, but she always does a great job with whatever role she portrays. Prince Charles was portrayed as a spineless sniveling twit and I always thought of him as strong, yet dumb in an inbred sort of way; Prince Phillip was the one I always viewed as spineless, I mean he's old and he's still a prince and he's never getting a promotion. His wife is the queen so she pretty much should be the one wearing the pants in the family. Queen mother was kind of spiteful but she was always viewed as sweet, so maybe they were playing everyone against their assumed personalities. Who knows, but it was highly entertaining.
But what was most interesting about the movie is basically what's interesting about the way the Roommate and I go to movies, with a backpack full of goodies, and when I say goodies I mean a bottle of wine, turkey jerky, smoked salmon and triple cheese Kettle chips. He did buy some whoppers at the theater, so they did make SOME money off of us. I highly suggest you go to movies like this, especially if it's a kiddie flick you're taking in. A lovely Oregon Pinot Noir goes great with cartoons.
When the part about Diana dying came up the Roommate turned to me and wispered "I remember exactly where I was when I learned Diana had died, Mayflower Hotel in Seattle". I responded "Me too, I was sitting on the toilet taking a dump at my friend Mark's house". I guess it's our generation's version of "Where were you when you heard Kennedy had been shot?". Go ahead and post where you were when you had heard the news of the royal death, may be interesting. Then again, it may not be either, only time will tell, so do your part and comment.
15 comments:
What year was that? I have no idea.
1997? Damn, and they showed the date on in the film too. Guess I was more interested in the year on the wine bottle.
Girl where are those photos from SanDiago you've been promising
I know where I was high school. HA. But you are not old at all.
Sneaking alcohol into a movie theatre is possibly the best idea any has ever had.
Kansas City Embassy Suites and wasn't that a Labor Day weekend?
Another added icon? death to discuss...Anna Nicole Smith. MSN asks "Why did we care so much for her?" I didn't know we did....
You'll probably find this hard to believe but I actually worked every night this week. I'll get around to it this weekend.
Greeny, I'm still trying to figure out why she's famous. A real head scratcher.
Greeny, I'm still trying to figure out why she's famous. A real head scratcher.
August 31, 1997. It was a Sunday. I was at my house, only 15 at the time. I remember how much my mom cried; how much everyone cried. I didn't really understand why.
Anna Nicole: "the tragic blonde". I don't really understand this one either.
I was in Denton, TX at the Delta Lodge (infamous frat known for drug use, etc) tripping my ass off on some acid.
When we all woke up the next day, we thought her death had been a part of our trip...yes, sad to say.
Well, Jodi just reminded me that I was way off, too many drugs I guess, I was actually in Austin w/her, drunk as hell and probably smokin' the weed.
I know something major happened in '94 when I was in Denton, but don't remember what it was, and we were on acid and thought it was a dream....
The OK bombing? Maybe the Waco deal? Too much weirdness happened in the mid '90s.
Waco was '93, I remember watching it in English class my senior year of high school (yes, I am young, and yes, I'm pretty certain this was not an acid trip), OK bombing in '95...something happened in '94, that same weekend in April, I remember because 4/19 is Jodi's b-day and 3 years in a row bad shizz happened.
The only thing I found on google was that was the date Rodney King was awarded his settlement. I know that wasn't it.
Hell, maybe I am just making up the whole thing, in my warped, overly drug used brain.
Ok, I have my answer, I'm sure all of you have been waiting. It was March 31st of '95 and Selena was dead. We were at a guy's house, and this all did really happen (thanks Felicia). There was a mexican boy there that loved her, so it was a big ordeal.
Whew, glad we got that cleared up!
Post a Comment