Something else to not forget about August 19, 2006
Posted by Mrs. Peel in Crime, Ducks, Food, Heroes, Humor, Movies, Personal Experiences, Science, Travel.trackback
A masterpiece of cinematography hit the theaters today. Inexplicably, at the showing I attended, there were only a few hardy souls present. I suspect that the majority of my fellow [INSERT CITY]ians are lowbrow Neanderthals who would not appreciate high comedy if it threw a pie in their faces.
Not even a pie full of motherf****n’ snakes!! could make them understand the magnitude of this day.
(Does anyone know what snakes taste like? One time on Walker, Walker ate a rattlesnake and then helpfully informed us that it tastes like…wait for it…rattlesnake.)
Anyway, I highly recommend Snakes on a Plane to everyone who’s been waiting for it. Everyone who’s been observing this Internet phenomenon with bemusement should probably steer clear.
Also, for the benefit of any guy who might be dragged to see this by a cute girl, all I have to say is that it could be worse. She could be dragging you to see crap like The Notebook.
In my opinion snakes taste like bald eagle. Or was it spotted owl? I forget.
Tastes like chicken. Free range chicken.
How come no one’s thanked me for moving that repulsive picture farther down the main page? I typed exactly the right amount of text, too. (At least, at my resolution and with Firefox.)
Also, I notice no one seems to want to challenge the categories in which I placed this post.
I’ll thank you… twice.
Once for reminding me about the Texas Roadhouse. I’m taking Mrs. G there tonight. Taste buds are already primed.
I’ll thank you as well, though it was kind of funny in a Bill Plympton sort of way watching the two faces mashed together.
Mrs. geoff was just asking me what we were going to do for dinner. I said chinese, but with all this steak talk going around…
Embrace the steak, geoff! Or snake pie. Either way.
Hmm, now what am I going to have for dinner? Going dancing, so it’ll need to be something light…hmm…
You know, Mrs. Peel, we are going to need updates on this dancing man who likes The Daily Show.
Has he taken you on a date yet or are you just meeting up at the dancing?
There will come a point where he will have to take you to dinner to have the pleasure of your company, not just meet up at the class….
You’re a catch and he can’t be permitted to take that for granted.
Oh, we’ve been on several dates. He lost no time in asking me out.
In news that may or may not be related, I may or may not be dancing around humming Sinatra tunes at the moment.
Sorry, Bart.
Uh… what do you have on?
Who, me? Still wearing dancing clothes. About to switch to jammies.
Or did you mean what music? Nothing, just a soundtrack in my head. The specific number I was…er, may or may not have been humming was “The Real McCoy.”
P, I say this with genuine sincerity.
Slow down.
If it makes you feel any better, I was leaving off the last few lines.
Mrs. P, I’m happy that you’re happy, but…
A few months ago you reported you’d be content without a man.
Then, you not-so-subtley expressed a little bitterness towards men and relatiosnhips. I think I know why.
A lot was happening in your life. Exciting things such as graduating and landing a great career opportunity were happening and wanted someone special to share these events with you.
As much of a jerk as your ex was/is, you kinda missed the companionship. That’s totally normal. Now you’ve met a nice guy. Wonderful. I’m just saying that maybe you should cool your jets a little before you get emotionally attached to this guy.
I almost forgot the most important thing.
You need to know (or be reminded) that men and women are on their best behavior during the first few months of the courtship. You don’t know the person until you’ve seen them at their worst, or until you see them react when they’re under pressure.
Thanks, Bart. But you really don’t need to worry…I like this new guy, enjoy spending time with him, and am certainly enjoying being courted, as no guy’s ever bothered to do that before. Also enjoying the first flush of a new relationship (hence the changes to my mental soundtrack; I always have either a soundtrack or poetry going). But that’s all so far. Really.