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Friday, 30 November 2007

  • What American accent do you have?
    Your Result: The Midland

    "You have a Midland accent" is just another way of saying "you don't have an accent." You probably are from the Midland (Pennsylvania, southern Ohio, southern Indiana, southern Illinois, and Missouri) but then for all we know you could be from Florida or Charleston or one of those big southern cities like Atlanta or Dallas. You have a good voice for TV and radio.

    The South

     

    The West

     

    North Central

     

    Philadelphia

     

    Boston

     

    The Inland North

     

    The Northeast

     

    True dat, but I can never get these stinkin things to copy/paste right.

Tuesday, 20 November 2007

  • How 'bout them Cowboys?

    "No way." moment of the week: The cold air was dark and silent. I paused for a moment to consider the familiar sensation that seeped into my bones. As I paused, he tilted his jaw toward the stars and said, "Smells like snow..." My heart stopped. The mountain cowboy can even smell snow...

    Favorite moment of the week: Waiting at the door for the guys to return from hunting in the Dakotas, which resulted in "Heyyy!!"'s and back-slaps all 'round and the cowboy picking me up and spinning me around in his big ol' signature bearhug.

    Embarassing moment of the week: Having fixed a big dinner for the hunters and realizing that the tapioca in their glass cups hadn't settled into a thick substance. (Oh no! What went wrong?) So the squirrel sheepishly gave up on spooning her own tapioca and commenced sipping straight from her glass. "Sam Elliot" noticed the Marksman next to squirrel having a hard time with his as well, so S.E. daintily picked up his glass, winked over the brim at the Marksman and proceeded to gulp his tapioca in "Do as I do." fashion. Marksman immediately followed suit and not a word was spoken on the matter.

    I adore these men.

Monday, 29 October 2007

Sunday, 21 October 2007

  • Who just a few hrs ago sat 30ft from Jennifer Garner and Kevin Kline??

    !!Pick me!!

    Ok I'll get sleep later. Here's the run-down:

    Cyrano de Bergerac on Broadway's pre-opening performance last night. (which may have also been the last performance of that show if the stage-hands go on strike as the NBC says..)

    CYRANO (Kline) did NOT graciously enter from stage left. NOnono my friends, he entered our presence with loud raucous insults from the nearest dark balcony, where a theatre-goer was having the hardest time keeping his poor heart in his chest, sitting next to this Cyrano who then climbed down the scaffolding to join the others on stage.

    He was arrogant, elegant and smart. He spun both insulting and romantic verses from his lips as if he ate them for breakfast every day. He fought with a REAL sword. He cried REAL tears (which I could see from where I sat at the edge of my seat). And he died with "panache." Well frickin done. I dare say he owned every female heart in the building, but I'll spare you my orations.

    ROXANNE (Garner) was gorgeous, giddy and passionately alive. She cluelessly loved Cyrano with such torrents that were finally poured out on the unfortunate soul in his last minutes of life as she realized that it was him all along that she loved and not the man that she had stupidly married in her mistake.....

    I laughed. I cried. I loved it.

    Nothing on Broadway will ever beat that experience.

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