Celine Dion is amazing!

She's my hero.

Real life is 3D enough, thanks...

After a stimulating and intensely competitive afternoon of bowling and pizza, Paul, Matt and I went to see The NIghtmare Before Christmas yesterday.  (Note for those keeping track - it was the second visit to Concord in one day - probably an IAH record [hopefully never to be repeated]).

Reactions to seeing the movie (before we go):

Matt: OMG - yay!  I love this movie!!  Hurry up - let's go.

Paul: I've only seen it once (and was stoned at the time) but we should go.

IAH: I've never seen it.  Sure - I'll go.

Upon arriving at the theater we are given 3D glasses.  Who-what?!  Can't even remember the last time I rocked a pair of 3D glasses (Jaws 3D, maybe?).  

So, the previews were in 3D - pretty cool.  However, the 3D effects of The Nightmare Before Christmas were pretty lame.  That's right, lame.

Mid-movie reactions:

Matt: The 3D is dumb and distracting - can we go?

Paul: These glasses hurt my ears but I like the movie - don't remember seeing it before.

IAH: I hope the girl (Jessica?) puts out at the end.

We ignored Matt and stayed through the whole movie.  I'm glad we did.  The moral of the story:  don't believe the hype - real life is 3D enough.

It's all fun and games until...

... your pizza lands on the cat's flank.

Picture this.  It's Friday night.  Jemmy and I are having a big time.  We're sitting on my couch, watching Election, drinking wine and eating pizza from Zachary's.  Marvin is on the armrest to Jemmy's left.  Shamus is prostrate on Jemmy's lap.

Seems like things couldn't get any better, yes?  But wait, there's more...

Jemmy's eating a slice of pizza with a fork (it's Zachary's after all).  She cuts off a small piece and the remaining portion of pizza flies off the plate and lands directly on Shamus' flank (see the photo above [re-created, of course]).  Ba ha ha ha!!

Jemmy gingerly lifts the slice from Shamus' flank.  There's a sprinkling of chili pepper flakes on a small, greasy, matted tuft of fur.  But otherwise he's unharmed.  In fact - he doesn't even react.  That kid's got so much fluff on his flank - it'd take a lot more than a projectile slice of pizza for him to notice.

Jemmy + pizza + fluff = hijinks.

Barry White - the $ years

I don't know how to sugarcoat this so I'll just say it - my financial advisor sounds a lot like Barry White.  A lot!

Now, I've never heard him croon "Can't Get Enough of Your Love, Babe" but I'm sure he'd totally rock it (note to self:  invite him to next karaoke outing).

Sometimes this similarity creeps me out and sometimes I get a kick out of it.  Today was one of those "kick out of it" days.

The best part is that he looks like the anti-Barry White.  He's your average mid-sized, middle-aged, white man.  100% cracker.  I suspect he's quite conservative.  Two kids, wife and a house in a tony East Bay suburb.  However - he is a kick in the pants.  When we speak (on the phone or in person) it's always a hootenanny.  Or, well, as much of a hootenanny as it can be when you're talking to a finance guy...

So in my imagination it's actually Barry White who's handling my sheesh - and I get a huge kick out of that ;)

"I love the sexy slither of a female snake"!

For the first time in a long time...

...I don't know what to say.

Crock pot tales

I've got a tuna casserole in the crock pot.  Am thinking about making a pot of tea.  The couch is beckoning me.  Should I have a cup of coffee or take a nap?

I wish I were classy enough to shop here...

Ah...another day, another spelling atrocity.

Today Loraine and I went to the Great Mall in Milpitas (don't judge us!).  While walking through this atrocity of a mall we stumble upon a store called Classey Lady.  Imagine!

We didn't go in.  You know why - do I really need to spell it out?  It's because we all know that at times I can be klassy, am never classy and have little hope of ever achieving classey.  But - it gives me something to strive for.

Can I count on my friends to help me achieve classey?  I hope so.

I hereby launch my campaign:  Classey IAH 2009.  Watch out - I'll be so classey it'll blow your mind...