Category: words mean things (Page 118 of 223)

Today we celebrate two birthdays here at words mean things: Arthur Coddington and my niece Anne Blust. I’m sure Anne (who’s 15 today) will be mad at her uncle for displaying such an old photo of her. But it’s so cute I couldn’t resist.

As for Arthur, he’s been my anti-war idol over the past year, an all-too-uncommon voice of common sense and peace in these troubling times. You should definitely get over to his site and wish him a happy birthday.

The weblog world seems to be in a late-summer funk, me included. I go to all my favorite sites, and people aren’t updating much at all. It’s a vicious cycle, because I keep thinking, I need to read some interesting stuff on other people’s sites to get me inspired. Instead, my brain feels like those shots of Homer Simpson’s head, with the tiny little cartoon characters wandering around when he’s supposed to be thinking about something important. Except not as funny.

If anybody out there has any inspiring words, or links to inspiring sites, lay them on me. Thanks.

Last night’s “American Idol” basically sucked. The performances went from fine (Tamyra) to setting-off-car-alarms horrible (Nikki). Even my favorite, Kelly, did just an OK job, and that unfortunate tube top thing didn’t help. We also had to watch a skeletal Burt Bacharach give some inane praise to each contestant, even when it was clearly paining him to do so (R.J.).

I just want to skip ahead to the final week, when Kelly and Tamyra can square off, sing three songs each, and deliver us from product placement filler hell.

I love The Daily Show and Jon Stewart. I really do. And I appreciate how Stewart tries to inject some real issues and news into the program – sort of like packing the sugary breakfast cereal full of vitamins.

But when they get to the point where they have a former UN weapons inspector as the interview guest, I think they’ve gone off the rails. This is The Daily Show, not “Frontline.”

That’s what I get for turning on ‘ER’ too early

Clark Kent (Dean Cain) and Lois Lane (Teri Hatcher) are in bed, presumably naked, although covered up strategically with a blanket. She shifts against him.

Clark: Your feet are cold.
Lois (coquettishly): Why don’t you warm them up?

Clark lifts up the blanket, and from behind the blanket we see a flash of his heat vision.

Lois (sluttily): You missed!
Clark (leering): …No, I didn’t.

Someone get me a scrub brush. I need to forcibly remove those 30 seconds from my brain.

Had a great time meeting Jon-Jon of the Jon-Jon Diaries Sunday night, when he came over to pick up his DVD prize from my recent contest. I’m surprised we hadn’t met before, since he lives right in my neighborhood. A smart, funny, articulate guy both on the web and in life.

Our conflicting opinions about Andy Rooney remain, sadly. But as he does, I hope the ongoing “Rooney Blog Summit” will manage to make the world safe for people with all range of opinions on the Rooney Question. More details to come as the situation develops.

So Gatorade has this flavored water called “Propel Fitness Water” in black cherry, lemon, orange and berry. I would so buy something called “Sloth Water” in flavors like double chocolate, glazed doughnut, french fry and cheesecake. Now there’s a product I can get behind.

Is it possible to fall in love with someone else’s dog? If so, if I am allowed, I must admit that I love Oliver.

Dean Allen’s wonderful photography doesn’t hurt, either.

“Don?t get me started.” She continued, “I hate it. It’s ignorant, and it makes country music sound ignorant. It targets an entire culture -? and not just the bad people who did bad things.”

-The Dixie Chicks’ Natalie Maines, when asked about Toby Keith’s “Courtesy of the Red, White and Blue”

Good for you, Natalie.

Lunch conversation

Darcy: I really need to see your place again. The last time I was there, you had it decorated so cute.
Me: ….cute?
Darcy: Well, you know, cute in a very masculine sort of way.