Say what? shaken, not stirred? :cool:

VH1 Classic is showing 80 hours of 80s videos this weekend.

Today is Sid's last day as a real boy. Snip snip snip goes the scissors.....

I don't think I wanna see the rest of THAT musical.. :eek:

So we saw a bald eagle walking on the side of the road today on the way back from Gainesville (driving through farmland on the way to Homosassa/Crystal River/Spring/Whatever-It's-Called). Just sauntering. We turned around to see if it was injured, but it didn't seem to be and flew up onto a fence post. So I snapped a picture and a short while after it flew off. Really. Freaking. Cool.

In other news, (yeah, yeah, should be in the other thread, but whatever) wind's picked up on the Gulf and it's rainy. More humidity than I've experienced in a LONG time - even the Floridians are complaining. Flying over NO on the way over here, I couldn't help but feel concern over Gustav and how strong it's getting. I guess I should just be thankful that it's not going directly over us... we're just getting bristled by the finger tips.

Oh, and the Gators won. This Saturday I maayyyy try getting tix to the Miami game, though I fear it will be packed and I won't be able to get there in time to actually park and get my seat. :( So, I should just take it easy and get a few beers at the ESPN zone at WDW and watch the game from there with my Gator gear on.

Tomorrow we're going to some spring.. or we're going to go tubing on the (guessing on the spelling) Itchatucknee. It all sounds like fun.

I could live in Florida. It's pretty.

Isn't that Sweeny Todd?

Fling fling fling go the balls...

Well done, NA. :snap:

So Jack the beagle, the hubbo, and I are out walking this morning, going a totally new route.

We pass by a chainlink fence with an angry pomeranian on the other side. The pomeranian barked. Jack, merry musician of the meadow that he is, bayed back. This infuriated the pomeranian.

But the angriest of all was the pomeranian's owner. "I'm gonna beat him!" he screamed over the barking and baying. "No, you ain't! You ain't gonna!" his wife screamed back.

We left the three of them barking and screaming at each other.

Yesterday I was at the recycling center dropping off a trunkful of the detritus of my life. An elderly woman was dropping off her stuff and tut-tutting as she picked up little scraps of whatever that other people had left outside the bins. She complimented me on the crate I keep in my trunk so I was feeling more charitable towards her until she tsked me for not separating newsprint with colored ink from the rest of the newspapers. The newspaper bin clearly says "inserts okay" but I still put anything on slick paper in the household paper bin.

If you think she's correct please keep it to yourself. I'm not separating my newspapers by color. I don't even do that with my laundry.