Thursday, November 3, 2005

Vicarious thank you

  • "Can you tell the people who wished me a happy birthday that Rachel says, 'thank you very, very much?'"
    "Why don't you do it?"
    "I won't write on that thing. People would expect me to be witty -- I'm not witty."
    "There's no wit involved in saying thank you."
    "I'm still not writing on your blog. I refuse."

  • If you happen to live in the Twin Cities metro area and are willing to sign over $120 for dinner, I suggest this place. The child bride and I went there for dinner last night and it was really, really good. I have decided that I need to become wealthy, so I can eat at places like this all the time.
    As an added benefit, I learned how to order wine like a snob. There was a fella sitting next to us who seemed nice enough, but clearly had more experience eating in nice restaurants. Every time I go someplace nice, I have this sort of internal John Boy* complex: "Shucks, mister, thanks for not spittin' in our food."
    But fella was confident in his swishing and sniffing and sipping of wine. After pausing to consider the wine, he nodded to the waiter that it was acceptable. Classy. No I know how to do it.

  • Did you happen to catch the video of the Rev. Charles Adams saying thank you to God for Rosa Parks? It is great. You have to watch the whole thing -- I assure you it's worth it. If Adams preached at a church near me I would go every week.

  • Green Lantern vs. BDM -- truly one of the classic battles.

  • I am a dance track. No, really. Welsh-language blogger Dafydd spent an hour cutting up a clip of one of the audio posts on my Welsh-language blog and adding a bloopy little backing track. That's got to be the coolest thing that's ever happened to me. Although, you have to feel sorry for Dafydd -- that's a whole hour of his life that he'll never get back.

  • Bad hair -- bad hair -- bad hair -- bad hair -- bad hair -- bad hair -- Not much hair. I have come to the comforting realization that all my writing heroes have been crap when it comes to their hair.

  • Good name for a band: Half Glass Empty.

    * A reference to "The Waltons" -- how obscure is that? Go watch the Hallmark Channel and you'll see what I'm talking about.

    Afe said...

    That track is scary. You sound like a drunk Russian in a nightclub somewhere.

    Curly said...

    And the Bad-haired Welshman is on the beer. Between Dylan Thomas and myself, we're giving a great impresion of the Welsh - despite one of us being a major contibuter to British literature.

    Crystal said...

    why would rachel think we would expect her to be witty? we don't expect you to be witty and you write on this blog. :P

    Crystal said...

    by the way - the third bad hair is damn sexy.

    Huw said...

    Any true Gentleman knows that it is the lady who chooses the wine. Anything else is uncouth.

    Chris Cope said...

    Yes, but in my case the lady doesn't drink wine.