Dia Frampton was my favorite from the first season of The Voice. I...don't really know what's going on in this video? But I like the song, and I'm looking forward to her album.
November 30, 2011
November 29, 2011
333: Campus flashback
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| University of Minnesota, Minneapolis, 2006. |
Going way back into the archives for this shot of my daily commute from the U of M's West Bank to the East Bank campus, back when I lived in Middlebrook Hall. I believe this part of the Washington Avenue bridge is now fenced off and inaccessible during Light Rail construction. Trufax.
November 28, 2011
332: Consumer ennui
I don't know about you, Internet, but I just cannot get into the whole Black Friday-Small Business Saturday-Cyber Monday thing this year. I mean, yes, I did buy the Law & Order: Los Angeles box set for 67% off this afternoon, and a snow shovel for half off at the local hardware store on Saturday, but everything else I bought this weekend was just stuff I would have gotten anyway -- like food.
Maybe it's because I've been waiting for three weeks for a paycheck. Maybe it's because I want everything to cost less than $30 (and therefore irrationally hold out for a better sale, when I can almost guarantee there won't be deeper price cuts any time soon). Maybe it's because almost nothing I had my eye on went on sale this weekend. All of the above, probably.
In any case, I hope everyone else had a better thrifty money-spending weekend than I did.
Maybe it's because I've been waiting for three weeks for a paycheck. Maybe it's because I want everything to cost less than $30 (and therefore irrationally hold out for a better sale, when I can almost guarantee there won't be deeper price cuts any time soon). Maybe it's because almost nothing I had my eye on went on sale this weekend. All of the above, probably.
In any case, I hope everyone else had a better thrifty money-spending weekend than I did.
November 27, 2011
November 26, 2011
330: Jingle Bells
Well, it's that time of year. The day after Thanksgiving is when I put all my Christmas music into rotation, and the first holiday song came up in shuffle today. It was one of last year's additions, Straight No Chaser's "Twelve Days of Christmas," which everyone should know, because it is hilarious (to me):
November 25, 2011
329: Stuffed
Well, our Thanksgiving was predictably chaotic. Belligerent 90-year-olds will never make it easy, so we didn't make it to my uncle's house for Thanksgiving dinner. Therefore, he brought leftovers over this afternoon and we had our turkey dinner tonight. Thus I am stuffed and groggy, and I hope that you, anonymous blog reader, had a similarly satisfying food encounter whenever and wherever you celebrated the big day.
Now, bring on the holiday music season.
Now, bring on the holiday music season.
November 24, 2011
328: The Butterball Hotline
Possibly my favorite Thanksgiving clip ever, and certainly the best from The West Wing. President Bartlet calls the Butterball hotline:
Happy Thanksgiving!
November 23, 2011
327: Soft on Turkeys
On the day before Thanksgiving, allow me to share my second-favorite Thanksgiving storyline from The West Wing. This is from season two's "Shibboleth":
Allison Janney is a national treasure.
November 22, 2011
November 21, 2011
325: I don't even
This is the sort of thing that happens when you spend too much time thinking about what would happen if the Doctor met characters from your other favorite shows.
The body was fresh. At least, that was Lanie’s best guess. “Drained dry,” she told Beckett. “As far as I can tell, your victim’s got no blood.” An officer pointed out a man among the looky-loos and said he’d asked to speak to the lead detective. Beckett followed the uni to the tape line and gave the guy a once-over. Tall, white, thirties. Unruly hair. Brown pin-striped suit, long trench coat. Sneakers. Interesting.
“You’re in charge here?” he asked as she approached. He had a London accent.
“Detective Kate Beckett. Who are you?”
"I’m the Doctor,” he replied, as though it meant something. “Tell me, Detective Kate Beckett, do you have a bloodless murder victim in that alleyway back there?”
Beckett narrowed her eyes. “How did you know that?”
“Because somewhere in this city, there’s a Plasmavore hiding in plain sight, just waiting to drain someone else dry. You’ll never find him with fingerprints or forensics, and if you don’t find him soon, the Judoon will sweep in, and believe me, you do not want them scanning first and asking questions later. You need an expert, Detective. You need me.”
Beckett laughed. “In this job, Doctor, I can believe a lot of things, but that line of bull you just fed me? Not one of them.”
The stranger looked grave for a long moment. Suddenly, a wide grin lit his face. “Oh, we’ll see about that, Kate.”
The body was fresh. At least, that was Lanie’s best guess. “Drained dry,” she told Beckett. “As far as I can tell, your victim’s got no blood.” An officer pointed out a man among the looky-loos and said he’d asked to speak to the lead detective. Beckett followed the uni to the tape line and gave the guy a once-over. Tall, white, thirties. Unruly hair. Brown pin-striped suit, long trench coat. Sneakers. Interesting.
“You’re in charge here?” he asked as she approached. He had a London accent.
“Detective Kate Beckett. Who are you?”
"I’m the Doctor,” he replied, as though it meant something. “Tell me, Detective Kate Beckett, do you have a bloodless murder victim in that alleyway back there?”
Beckett narrowed her eyes. “How did you know that?”
“Because somewhere in this city, there’s a Plasmavore hiding in plain sight, just waiting to drain someone else dry. You’ll never find him with fingerprints or forensics, and if you don’t find him soon, the Judoon will sweep in, and believe me, you do not want them scanning first and asking questions later. You need an expert, Detective. You need me.”
Beckett laughed. “In this job, Doctor, I can believe a lot of things, but that line of bull you just fed me? Not one of them.”
The stranger looked grave for a long moment. Suddenly, a wide grin lit his face. “Oh, we’ll see about that, Kate.”
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