Dawson's Clambake
Jun. 19th, 2005 01:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gogmagogWell, you've probably heard by now, but Tom and Katie are engaged after a shockingly cliche trip to the Eiffel Tower. And she's not at all brainwashed by Scientology-fu into being a beard for Tommy-boy, oh no. Here's hoping their union will be looked upon kindly by the disembodied spirit of L. Ron. *shudder*
Today my parents and I went to Higginsville to visit my dad's marker at the veterans' cemetery there. It's a peaceful spot, and kind of nice. (I do kind of wonder about the person a few markers down who had "A Prodigal Son" on his marker. Sounds like his parents were pissed off at him and pursued the vendetta unto death and beyond.) Afterwards, we went to the Ole Time Cafe in Higginsville, which I know I've posted about before and which has the BEST OLD-FASHIONED HOME-COOKIN' FOOD EVAR ZOMG.
Once we got back to KC, we went to JoAnn's because my stepdad is thinking of taking up scrapbooking and I wanted to get some fabric for my mom to make floor pillows and curtains for me to take to Iowa. Also, JoAnn's was having a dynamite sale yesterday and today, and so we picked up some really nice stuff for a steal. (Beautiful heavy glass votive candleholders in pretty summer colors for .25 each = TEH WIN.) Honestly, though, I just love craft stores in general. It probably helps that I've dabbled in just about every craft you can think of at one time or another. x_x
(No, seriously, if you name it I've probably done it. Except tatting - I never quite got into tatting.)
Let's Positive Linking!
- What a beautiful example of the abysmal nadir of journalism. Neil Gaiman tears her a new one (but nicely) for it on his blog.
- Human cannonball fired for fear of flying. I bet Erica Jong would have something pithy to say about it.
- The most recent FameTracker Galaxy of Fame. I link to it solely for the "Oh my God, it's funny because it's TRUE!" value of the following paragraph:
"Hi, I'm Angelina Jolie. You know what's wrong with this country? I can kiss my brother on the mouth and wear my husband's blood around my neck and tell a magazine I'm sleeping with two men and three women and a knife all at the same time and everyone kind of raises an eyebrow and shrugs. And yet, I'm tenuously linked to one pretty-boy, kind of dumb movie star and the entire nation grinds to a halt and goes apeshit. Seriously, you people need to get your voyeuristic priorities straightened out. Weirdos."
...In a complete non sequitur, I don't understand how guys can go commando in jeans. Maybe I'm weird this way, but in my opinion (and experience) bare genitals plus rough, toothed metal zipper is at best uncomfortable, and at worst downright painful. I suppose it might work better with button-fly jeans, but it would still be hella uncomfortable. :(
Today my parents and I went to Higginsville to visit my dad's marker at the veterans' cemetery there. It's a peaceful spot, and kind of nice. (I do kind of wonder about the person a few markers down who had "A Prodigal Son" on his marker. Sounds like his parents were pissed off at him and pursued the vendetta unto death and beyond.) Afterwards, we went to the Ole Time Cafe in Higginsville, which I know I've posted about before and which has the BEST OLD-FASHIONED HOME-COOKIN' FOOD EVAR ZOMG.
Once we got back to KC, we went to JoAnn's because my stepdad is thinking of taking up scrapbooking and I wanted to get some fabric for my mom to make floor pillows and curtains for me to take to Iowa. Also, JoAnn's was having a dynamite sale yesterday and today, and so we picked up some really nice stuff for a steal. (Beautiful heavy glass votive candleholders in pretty summer colors for .25 each = TEH WIN.) Honestly, though, I just love craft stores in general. It probably helps that I've dabbled in just about every craft you can think of at one time or another. x_x
(No, seriously, if you name it I've probably done it. Except tatting - I never quite got into tatting.)
Let's Positive Linking!
- What a beautiful example of the abysmal nadir of journalism. Neil Gaiman tears her a new one (but nicely) for it on his blog.
- Human cannonball fired for fear of flying. I bet Erica Jong would have something pithy to say about it.
- The most recent FameTracker Galaxy of Fame. I link to it solely for the "Oh my God, it's funny because it's TRUE!" value of the following paragraph:
"Hi, I'm Angelina Jolie. You know what's wrong with this country? I can kiss my brother on the mouth and wear my husband's blood around my neck and tell a magazine I'm sleeping with two men and three women and a knife all at the same time and everyone kind of raises an eyebrow and shrugs. And yet, I'm tenuously linked to one pretty-boy, kind of dumb movie star and the entire nation grinds to a halt and goes apeshit. Seriously, you people need to get your voyeuristic priorities straightened out. Weirdos."
...In a complete non sequitur, I don't understand how guys can go commando in jeans. Maybe I'm weird this way, but in my opinion (and experience) bare genitals plus rough, toothed metal zipper is at best uncomfortable, and at worst downright painful. I suppose it might work better with button-fly jeans, but it would still be hella uncomfortable. :(
