Four tiny heads arranged for maximum sluppage around the lunch bowl.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Photo of the day: A Door You Don't Want to Go Through
At least not if you're a lost cat or abandoned dog. This is the door next to the night depositories for when people have animals to bring in after hours. I suppose it's not too scary. You'll have a nice vet tech look you over and will be given a warm, safe, comfy place to sleep. Plus food. And when people show up in the morning they'll talk to you nice and pet you and make sure you're OK. But it's still not the best way to arrive. It's also how volunteers arrive when the shelter is closed on a holiday. So on Labor Day I aligned myself with whatever critter was making noise in one of the drop cages and had to wait for someone to come collect us.
At least not if you're a lost cat or abandoned dog. This is the door next to the night depositories for when people have animals to bring in after hours. I suppose it's not too scary. You'll have a nice vet tech look you over and will be given a warm, safe, comfy place to sleep. Plus food. And when people show up in the morning they'll talk to you nice and pet you and make sure you're OK. But it's still not the best way to arrive. It's also how volunteers arrive when the shelter is closed on a holiday. So on Labor Day I aligned myself with whatever critter was making noise in one of the drop cages and had to wait for someone to come collect us.
Wednesday, September 09, 2009
Tuesday, September 08, 2009
Beware of Hot, Naked Space Vampire Chicks
In a fit of lazy lunacy the other day, Husband and I spent the entire day in bed. We watched two good movies (Ghostbusters, and Still of the Night), 20-minutes of a crappy movie (The Mist), and about an hour of a truly memorable extra-crappy movie Lifeforce.
We didn't make it through the whole thing, but here's the plot: spaceship finds three naked aliens in Halley's Comet. One female, two male. Group of astronauts spends moments ogling the hot naked female alien in her glass coffin. They don't even seem to notice the guys. Naked aliens brought on ship. Again, camera shows us hot naked female alien (hereafter known as HNFA). Spaceship doesn't come home so rescue ship goes up. Inside of ship crispy. Inside and outside of crew, crispy. Naked aliens in glass coffins fine thank you. Everyone comes home to England where the two naked guys are ignored but HNFA is, of course, put in a separate room. Horny guard comes in for a closer ogle, HNFA wakes up and sucks the life out of him. Unnamed scientist sees this on the security cam and runs through 17 doors to do his own tonsil dance with HNFA. Luckily she just tires him out, doesn't do the life suck thing. HNFA wanders through headquarters where more security guards try to offer her a sammich. Not interested in a midnight snack, she does a little zap-dance and leaves. Still naked.
Frank Finlay says something scientific. Peter Firth does his best James Bond as some weird secret service guy with bad hair and a "don't fuck with me, I've done Shakespeare" attitude.. Steve Railsback, who I've never heard of and who looks like the love child of Charles Manson and Eleanor Roosevelt, walks around with a perpetual expression of pissed confusion. He was captain of the original spaceship and has this hot Vulcan mind-mend thing with NHAC. He even has a dream about her coming to his bed and inviting him to do a little hot naked alien Charleston and is such a wuss that he wakes up screaming. As he was under video observation by everyone on the planet, I suppose it's probably best he didn't get a woody. But really? HNAC wants to do you baby and that's a nightmare?
Meanwhile they finally remember the naked male aliens, who look like gay love twins. They last all of about 15 seconds until they start to do the vampire zombie come-hither dance at which point the SAS plug them with 321 bullets. (I counted.) So much for the naked male aliens who weren't that hot and not much naked either.
The rest of the movie involves hot chick picking up bloated old guy in a beat-up Volvo, Patrick Stewart (!) practically mincing as the head of an insane asylum where a gigantic male nurse will pump anyone full of sodium pentathol provided anyone in the world who outranks him tells him to. We find out the Peter Firth character is a natural voyeur and that if some reincarnated guard un-dies again in the exact way Frank Finlay predicted that Frank's sympathetic response is basically "I told you so." We get Captain Steve slapping some hapless nurse and getting damned close to kissing Patrick Stewart because HNFA is inside Patrick and old Steve has this love/hate thing going on with her. Oh and we learn the valuable lesson that if you lurk in parks hoping to see some girl-on-girl action that you're liable to find a sucked-out body.
I think we lost interest after the "are you Captain Picard or are you HNAC?" pseudo-kiss so I have no clue, nor any interest, in how it ends. But I have to wonder how they got so many good actors (plus music by Henry Mancini) to participate in such a huge cinematic pile of doo-doo/
In a fit of lazy lunacy the other day, Husband and I spent the entire day in bed. We watched two good movies (Ghostbusters, and Still of the Night), 20-minutes of a crappy movie (The Mist), and about an hour of a truly memorable extra-crappy movie Lifeforce.
We didn't make it through the whole thing, but here's the plot: spaceship finds three naked aliens in Halley's Comet. One female, two male. Group of astronauts spends moments ogling the hot naked female alien in her glass coffin. They don't even seem to notice the guys. Naked aliens brought on ship. Again, camera shows us hot naked female alien (hereafter known as HNFA). Spaceship doesn't come home so rescue ship goes up. Inside of ship crispy. Inside and outside of crew, crispy. Naked aliens in glass coffins fine thank you. Everyone comes home to England where the two naked guys are ignored but HNFA is, of course, put in a separate room. Horny guard comes in for a closer ogle, HNFA wakes up and sucks the life out of him. Unnamed scientist sees this on the security cam and runs through 17 doors to do his own tonsil dance with HNFA. Luckily she just tires him out, doesn't do the life suck thing. HNFA wanders through headquarters where more security guards try to offer her a sammich. Not interested in a midnight snack, she does a little zap-dance and leaves. Still naked.
Frank Finlay says something scientific. Peter Firth does his best James Bond as some weird secret service guy with bad hair and a "don't fuck with me, I've done Shakespeare" attitude.. Steve Railsback, who I've never heard of and who looks like the love child of Charles Manson and Eleanor Roosevelt, walks around with a perpetual expression of pissed confusion. He was captain of the original spaceship and has this hot Vulcan mind-mend thing with NHAC. He even has a dream about her coming to his bed and inviting him to do a little hot naked alien Charleston and is such a wuss that he wakes up screaming. As he was under video observation by everyone on the planet, I suppose it's probably best he didn't get a woody. But really? HNAC wants to do you baby and that's a nightmare?
Meanwhile they finally remember the naked male aliens, who look like gay love twins. They last all of about 15 seconds until they start to do the vampire zombie come-hither dance at which point the SAS plug them with 321 bullets. (I counted.) So much for the naked male aliens who weren't that hot and not much naked either.
The rest of the movie involves hot chick picking up bloated old guy in a beat-up Volvo, Patrick Stewart (!) practically mincing as the head of an insane asylum where a gigantic male nurse will pump anyone full of sodium pentathol provided anyone in the world who outranks him tells him to. We find out the Peter Firth character is a natural voyeur and that if some reincarnated guard un-dies again in the exact way Frank Finlay predicted that Frank's sympathetic response is basically "I told you so." We get Captain Steve slapping some hapless nurse and getting damned close to kissing Patrick Stewart because HNFA is inside Patrick and old Steve has this love/hate thing going on with her. Oh and we learn the valuable lesson that if you lurk in parks hoping to see some girl-on-girl action that you're liable to find a sucked-out body.
I think we lost interest after the "are you Captain Picard or are you HNAC?" pseudo-kiss so I have no clue, nor any interest, in how it ends. But I have to wonder how they got so many good actors (plus music by Henry Mancini) to participate in such a huge cinematic pile of doo-doo/
Monday, September 07, 2009
Sunday, September 06, 2009
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