So, I found this series online. It features Michael Palin, of Monty Python fame, on a journey around the Pacific Rim. Really, it is little more than a travel show. Think Rick Steve’s with a significantly higher information to hamming-it-up ratio. Frankly, I could do without the hamming… but he was in Monty Python, so I guess he can do what he wants. If you like what you see below, you can watch the whole series in, what I’m sure, is a very illegal way.
On a side note, I attempted to watch a Monty Python movie the other night and couldn’t do it. As a 11-year-old boy, I couldn’t get enough. And really, the stuff is classic and I owe so much of my humor to these British blokes. But now, the stuff is just so grating. Oh well.
Side note 2: The BBC is far superior to anything on American television. Man, classy, intellegent, funny entertainment? Who knew.
“They’re cool, available and addictive. The job is almost done for us.”
I saw this flick for the second time last night and it reminded me how good of a movie it is. I suggest you see it.
When I saw it in the theaters it was in Eugene. Ellyn, Dan, Susie Bafico and I all went on a road trip from OSU to have dinner and a movie. These were good days. On the way home we chased two separate fires. Even with pseudo-dates in the car, Dan and I are always up for a good ambulance chase. Journalists to the core.
About a month or two ago, I noticed that my cat was spending a lot of time licking tha bathroom floor. I couldn’t figure it out, I mean, he was hit by a car and I can call him mildly-retarded without feeling bad about calling something retarded. But the bathroom floor? Why?
Upon closer inspection, it was ants. My cat was hunting ants. he would lick them up as they scattered in fear of a giant sandpaper tongue. Because the cat seemed to have things under control and I saw no sign of ants in any other room besides the bathroom, I figured I would let nature take its course. Why not, right? Wrong.
A few weeks later ant had made their way into my kitchen cabinets. For craps sake, they were in my peanut butter crunch! That was the last straw. To the store, four bucks later, I had four tiny ant traps. They are little metal pucks with a hole. Inside is a poison that is supposed to be taken back to the nest where it kills the queen. Okay. Good plan. Eradication!
So, they seemed to have worked. The ants went away, came back once and then disappeared completely. Or so I thought. The other night, and on a few occasions before that, I noticed an ant crawl out from under the keyboard of my laptop. They are living inside Hal! What the crap! How can ants live inside a laptop?
Well… now I come home during lunch and the cat is licking my computer. So… I guess he still has something to do.
On a side note, in middle school a guy named Aaron, a total prick, told one of the “mentally challenged” girls that Barney the Purple Dinosaur was dead. She cried. I hope he felt bad. This story has no point, nor the one above about ants actually.
I just saw an ant come out from behind the “k” and thought… shit… I should blog about that.
Time has set up a neat tool to follow the 2008 election. I like th graph they printed in the hard copy of the magazine better… but their election index is cool too.
Yesterday, I was in Safeway buying a few things and decided that, because it was sunny, it might be nice to get a magazine and read on the porch. Turns out it was a great idea, a nice way to spent a warm afternoon. Anyway, I went to the magazine, greating card and embossed-cover book isle to look things over. First of all, their selection sucks. But really, I just had a funny observation or two wile looking through the magazines. When I walked up, a guy was on his cell phone. Plain looking guy, standing at a distance from the Maxim, Stuff pseudo-porn section.
“So, if I sell all my armor to buy a dark sword, I can kill the morg?”
The man was actually talking about how to level up his MMORPG character, who turned out to be a paladin by the way. He talked for a while about it. Got really into it. Then realized that he was talking about killing something called a morg while two other dudes were trying to find a magazine.
Oh. I walked away with a copy of Time and an issue of Vogue. Thats right Vogue. Wanna fight about it?