- thesarhhhatter: she bought all this cheese and sausage
- thesarahhhatter: and something else, like soup mix or something
- shhorrell: that sounds so good right now.
- thesaarhhhatter: seriously
- shhorrell: just logs and logs of cheese and sausage.
- thesarahhhatter: cheese and the 'age
- shhorrell: dipped in some sort of sauce. or not.
- thesarahhhatter: if I were in a band, I would call it Cheese and the 'Age
- shhorrell: i would wear your t-shirt.
You knock me off of my feet, now baby!
YES. now i finally have a reason to post this clip from one of my favoritist cheesy dance movies of all time - center stage. who knew cooper neilson was such an MJ fan?!
“the way you make me feel” might be in my top five (maybe top three) michael jackson songs of all time.
As children of the 80’s, my brother and I were die hard MJ fans. Bad was the very first CD my brother ever bought. I remember my parents letting us stay up to watch the premier of the Thriller video, I remember the day our parents let us stay up to watch the premier of the Spike Lee directed Bad mini-movie, too. I remember my brother, my mom and I waiting anxiously for the premier of the Remember the Time video (followed by his 1 hour interview with Oprah!) and squealing when he kissed Iman.
I remember.
RIP Thriller
FWIW, the local news could not give a shit about michael jackson. IT IS FUCKING HOT OUTSIDE LET’S TALK ABOUT IT.
- sstephenson: http://www.marriedtothesea.com/061809/dear-william.gif
- sstephenson: (redacted) in the 1800s
- thesarahhatter: http://www.cs.rice.edu/~ssiyer/minstrels/poems/274.html
- thesarahhatter: in that context, it's even more funny
- sstephenson: lol
- sstephenson: i am not literary enough to get that reference
- thesarahhatter: obviously you did not finish college
- thesarahhatter: now we can't be friends :(
Meredith Viera just said something about a pro golfer fracturing his “tittia” and I was like, WOAH! WHAT! Rewind…
“…fractured tittia…(rewind)…fractured tittia…(rewind)…fractured tittia…(rewind!!!!)”
I sat on my couch recounting every single anatomy class I’ve ever taken and my head was swimming in the what-the-fuckery is this bone I have never heard of that Meredith Viera of ALL PEOPLE knows so well?
My head swooped over the ice age of my twenties, back to college, back to sitting at a dirty table in Java City at 7am with books open, colored pencils strewn about as I colored in body parts and muscle systems and connected them with bones and joints and the iliac crest and the sternocleidomastoid.
Now, I realize that my coloring was never good enough for anything more than a C in anatomy, but dear God, I know I didn’t skip over the chapters that covered bones that sound like boobs. And as a morning news anchor, I know Meredith Viera didn’t go to anatomy classes nor did she color in the nervous system for black ink outlines of faceless people with her Crayloa pencils that could never, ever retain a good sharpening. However, I did, regardless of let’s just admit how the fuck long ago it was. Have I lost it all already???
O! I am giving up, cruel world! O, that I had once a gem of a brain, coursing literature and symbolism and the workings of man at lightning speed! O. O. O, that here I am left with a potter’s wheel yet again, creaking every so slowly round about as the once glorious vase of my youth tumbles slowly into a muddy wet mass and drips itself onto the floor, alas.
Also, I need to get my hearing checked. Happy birthday, Sarah, you are deaf.

