Okay, I live in DC. Last night was BANANAS. I was awoken around 1:00 am last night by the most terrifying lightning storm I’ve ever experienced. The sky was light orange, and there were flashes of purple-white lighting, brighter and more frequent than I’ve ever seen—I’m talking multiple times a second, and bright…
Now that you mention it...
I can’t understand why people find “Eat, Pray, Love” to be such a literary work of art. I liked the part about all the eating, but that book made me hate this woman. She revealed herself to be a selfish, entitled navel-gazer of the most annoying sort.
in lieu of donating, i’ll just watch the movie again and then turn it off before the end because the size difference between julia roberts’ head and javier bardem’s head is SO DISTRACTING.
As Liz would say, “to travel is worth any cost or sacrifice”
I’m old enough to remember her early work. She was fantastic.
If you’ve ever wondered how Gwyneth Paltrow got to be a thing, check out the 1996ish movie Great Expectations, with her and Ethan Hawke.
“wellness and artisanal goods”
From the link: Pangborn’s mother, Dianna Williams, told the Associated Press a different version of how her daughter wound up giving birth in the forest.
Seems like a reasonable group. I’m glad we’re taking a passive approach.
cool it with the harsh language dude
The face says he’s at least 40, and probably has the maturity of a 17 year old.
22? That is one middle-management-with-a-mortgage-and-three-kids looking young person right there.
“featuring a boatload.” A boatload of seamen?
It’s got a good beat tho.
Someone did even better:
NBC has a multicolored logo? How sad that all of you noticed that. I wouldn’t know, of course, since I don’t see color. <preens>
The rabbit hole goes so much deeper than that, Mr. Stair.