So, I’m a major “24” fan, and tonight Paul McCrane (of ER fame… yeah, the doctor without a soul) made his entrance into the plot for the second time in two seasons.
What is it about that guy? Has he ever played a character with a heart? You look at him and it’s insta-hate! That oblique bullet head of his, and the wee beady eyes… Even his hair can’t stand to be around him.
I just saw a comedy segment in which Carlos Mencia tried to uncover the meaning behind a highway sign that’s unique to San Diego county. In the course of his quest, he talked to a representative from law enforcement who was adamant that it wasn’t meant to depict anything other than that it’s dangerous for people to cross the interstate. No, it wasn’t about immigrants. No, it wouldn’t be proper for signs to be meant for any “ethnicity” or race. That guy obviously hadn’t seen or heard of this, the study that prompted San Diego county to design and put up their unique road signs in the hopes that the body count would decrease.
I always worry just a bit when anyone with a microphone or a band thinks that singing O Holy Night is a good idea. Well, my uncle alerted me to what has to be the WORST rendition. Ever. I laughed so hard (especially in the last seconds of the song when … well, you’ll understand).
Listen to this at your own risk.
Merry Christmas to all. May your travels be save, your gatherings fun, and your experience generally as stress free as is possible.
My entire workplace has discovered today that it’s impossible to get any work done when you’re waiting for a co-worker to have a baby. The co-worker in question is so unflappable that I’m sure she’d look in mild amusement at the state the rest of us are in. “Tizzy” hardly begins to describe it. We know she’s having a baby today, and that’s ALL we care about (and all we know).
[Update: She had her baby! How considerate of her to do that before we all went home for the day. :) ]