Is it just me, or does American Idol's Anthony Federov look a lot like Prince Willem-Alexander of the Netherlands?
Man, whatever happened to Ronnie Milsap? I think perhaps he was reborn as Marty Stuart. My knowledge of country music's past and present is frighteningly broad. Don't make me throw down the Charley Pride card.
I am freezin'. I had the pleasure of working from home today, which would normally be a good thing, but the apartment complex has already shut off the radiators until autumn. As a result, I spent my day wrapped in a blanket like some old lady, constantly blowing into my hands. Presently the temperature in my apartment is a comfy 56 degrees.
You don't know what Esther looks like, which is a shame, because that probably means you can't visualize the dream I had of her last night.
She walked into my apartment, collapsed on the couch and shouted: "Christ on a pogo, I'm exhausted! Get me some Snackwells and a pack of cigarettes. You'll have to put the cigarette in my mouth and light it for me, honey -- I refuse to move my arms."
I really like the idea the idea of the Airbus A380. Specifically, I like the idea of having a bar in a plane. Traveling from, say, Las Vegas to London would be considerably more enjoyable if I could get up and wander around in the on-plane pub. I am sure, however, that capitalist pursuit will fast bastardize the massive plane and make the flying experience suck just as much as it does on smaller planes.
Yeah, that is perplexing. And a bit gross.
Perhaps I'm missing something here, but is it really very wise to do this?
"I'm here illegally."
"Really? Thanks for saving us the trouble of having to find you. Get in the van."