:Shennanigans:

Hehe...and all I wanted was the license to practice law!?!?
Hey, Rob: Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die. :)

Imagine my surprise when, while viewing Team America, Carson entered the scene. Carson, a puppet modeled identical to Rob. (Rob being Jen's husband.) Rob has never mentioned modeling for a puppet; Rob has never mentioned his interest in being a puppet actor; and Rob has never disclosed his alter-ego's name (though there has been rumor, suspicion, and speculation). As I was dicussing this incredible revelation to (my) Rob, the plot for Carson thickened. (I will not give the story away, so you have to either see it or email me for details.)

The movie gets FIVE stars from me, which almost never happens. I laughed more in the duration of this flick than I can remember laughing in any other. Well, okay, I laughed more in this flick than I have in any other film in which I was supposed to be laughing. The story I posted earlier about the film does not do it justice. The puppet sex? Oh, yes, definitely worth the $9.50 in and of itself!!! It was hysterical! The protrayal of Il (N. Korean leader) was also some of the most amusing script. One cannot forget to mention the deaths of many puppets. Who knew puppets could die so graphically? I would be guilty of neglect if I failed to mention another portrayal of Il. In order to appreciate this you need to know that the real Dictator Il is a HUGE fan and collector of American films. In the movie, there are photos of some of the most historical and adored movie-stars around his palace. When he is singing "I'm So Lonely", watch as the camera pans around the palace; especially on top of the piano. (Also look for the collection of German Hummel figurines.) I have linked a site to listen to and view song clips from the movie. The story itself is a rather serious depiction of the American involvement, not just with Iraq, but with the entire world. *sigh to calm the laughter* I recommend everyone (except kids) to go see this film.

As for the rest of the day... We got the signs posted throughout BFE. Two hours into it, the high (and typical) desert winds kicked up, so we had some fun *sarcastically* times. The (large) signs are made of some kind of plastic and have little air tunnels, so when the wind catches them, they go. One hit Desi and one took me for a small flight right into Matt. All the dirt in the wind coated everyone with a layer of dirt and sand - SO disgusting; I mean, worse than the Ren Faire. Blech.

We wrapped up around 4:30 or so and headed to Olive Garden. Everyone agreed that BBQ'g in the high winds was not such a hot idea. The service sucked big a**. We didn't know if our waiter just got lost or was that bad. Turns out, he was that bad. At one point he told us he had not brought our soups and salads because the kitchen had run out of soup and was making more. He did this as other tables close to us were receiving the same soup we ordered. Wow. One could feel the stupidity eminating from him. The manager apologized profusely and covered our entire group's meals. The food was really good, however.

I met up with Rob for the movie, and the rest is history. It rained while we were in the movie and on our ways home. In fact, it poured right before and right after I passed through (un)Holyweird. I was quite wet after walking from my car to my building (though I didn't mind a bit). Today I plan to do nothing. I love rain - the smell of it, the sound of it, the feel of it, everything about it. As much as that it true, I am looking forward to kicking back on my couch, in front of the room size window, in my pjs, with a cup of (Gloria Jean's) java and a couple dvd(s). Aaaaah, perfect relaxation. The only thing that could make it better would be if I did not live in the heart of a city - if I lived in the desert where I could smell the wet sage, or if I lived in a suburb where I at least could have morepeace and quiet than the city offers. (Even when the city is "quiet", it is not the same kind of silence one can get outside the city.) City living may work for many of you, but *yelling to the sky* I WANT OUT OF HERE!!! It served its purpose and that purpose no longer exists. I do realize that even though I may have to remain in the city for another period of time, I would like to move to a different area of it. Within the next year / year and a half I would like to find a house (or condo) I really love (and can afford) and get outta here. First thing is first, I have to decide what to do re: job offers, get my NPO running, and get the grant funding for the NPO. Then, only then, will I buy property - thereby permanently adhering myself to a specific locale. Until then, I just bide my time...

Hrmm... the more I wrote about relaxing at home, the more I began thinking I may need to take a nice long drive through one of my favorite canyons. It is one of the most beautiful drives on a rainy (yeah, even on a sunny) day. As much as I love rain, I love being out in it. No radio; just the sound of the rain hitting the car and the swishing of the wipers. I am, no doubt, a pure Aquarian. Every aspect of water provides some form of relaxation for me. I cannot let a good rainfall go to waste.

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2004-10-17 8:25 AM Jen's husband...a model for a puppet??? Previous Entry :: Next Entry Mood: inquisitive Read/Post Comments (4)	Hehe...and all I wanted was the license to practice law!?!? Hey, Rob: Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die. :) Imagine my surprise when, while viewing Team America, Carson entered the scene. Carson, a puppet modeled identical to Rob. (Rob being Jen's husband.) Rob has never mentioned modeling for a puppet; Rob has never mentioned his interest in being a puppet actor; and Rob has never disclosed his alter-ego's name (though there has been rumor, suspicion, and speculation). As I was dicussing this incredible revelation to (my) Rob, the plot for Carson thickened. (I will not give the story away, so you have to either see it or email me for details.) The movie gets FIVE stars from me, which almost never happens. I laughed more in the duration of this flick than I can remember laughing in any other. Well, okay, I laughed more in this flick than I have in any other film in which I was supposed to be laughing. The story I posted earlier about the film does not do it justice. The puppet sex? Oh, yes, definitely worth the $9.50 in and of itself!!! It was hysterical! The protrayal of Il (N. Korean leader) was also some of the most amusing script. One cannot forget to mention the deaths of many puppets. Who knew puppets could die so graphically? I would be guilty of neglect if I failed to mention another portrayal of Il. In order to appreciate this you need to know that the real Dictator Il is a HUGE fan and collector of American films. In the movie, there are photos of some of the most historical and adored movie-stars around his palace. When he is singing "I'm So Lonely", watch as the camera pans around the palace; especially on top of the piano. (Also look for the collection of German Hummel figurines.) I have linked a site to listen to and view song clips from the movie. The story itself is a rather serious depiction of the American involvement, not just with Iraq, but with the entire world. sigh to calm the laughter I recommend everyone (except kids) to go see this film. As for the rest of the day... We got the signs posted throughout BFE. Two hours into it, the high (and typical) desert winds kicked up, so we had some fun sarcastically times. The (large) signs are made of some kind of plastic and have little air tunnels, so when the wind catches them, they go. One hit Desi and one took me for a small flight right into Matt. All the dirt in the wind coated everyone with a layer of dirt and sand - SO disgusting; I mean, worse than the Ren Faire. Blech. We wrapped up around 4:30 or so and headed to Olive Garden. Everyone agreed that BBQ'g in the high winds was not such a hot idea. The service sucked big a*. We didn't know if our waiter just got lost or was that bad. Turns out, he was that bad. At one point he told us he had not brought our soups and salads because the kitchen had run out of soup and was making more. He did this as other tables close to us were receiving the same soup we ordered. Wow. One could feel the stupidity eminating from him. The manager apologized profusely and covered our entire group's meals. The food was really good, however. I met up with Rob for the movie, and the rest is history. It rained while we were in the movie and on our ways home. In fact, it poured right before and right after I passed through (un)Holyweird. I was quite wet after walking from my car to my building (though I didn't mind a bit). Today I plan to do nothing. I love rain - the smell of it, the sound of it, the feel of it, everything about it. As much as that it true, I am looking forward to kicking back on my couch, in front of the room size window, in my pjs, with a cup of (Gloria Jean's) java and a couple dvd(s). Aaaaah, perfect relaxation. The only thing that could make it better would be if I did not live in the heart of a city - if I lived in the desert where I could smell the wet sage, or if I lived in a suburb where I at least could have morepeace and quiet than the city offers. (Even when the city is "quiet", it is not the same kind of silence one can get outside the city.) City living may work for many of you, but yelling to the sky* I WANT OUT OF HERE!!! It served its purpose and that purpose no longer exists. I do realize that even though I may have to remain in the city for another period of time, I would like to move to a different area of it. Within the next year / year and a half I would like to find a house (or condo) I really love (and can afford) and get outta here. First thing is first, I have to decide what to do re: job offers, get my NPO running, and get the grant funding for the NPO. Then, only then, will I buy property - thereby permanently adhering myself to a specific locale. Until then, I just bide my time... Hrmm... the more I wrote about relaxing at home, the more I began thinking I may need to take a nice long drive through one of my favorite canyons. It is one of the most beautiful drives on a rainy (yeah, even on a sunny) day. As much as I love rain, I love being out in it. No radio; just the sound of the rain hitting the car and the swishing of the wipers. I am, no doubt, a pure Aquarian. Every aspect of water provides some form of relaxation for me. I cannot let a good rainfall go to waste. Read/Post Comments (4) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top
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