I know Bob loves me. He tells me every day. He hugs me and rubs my back. He sticks his nose into the fleshy parts of my upper arms. We have miniature squalls over unimportant things (last night he announced that he hates romance languages...???). And Bob has taken to reading web comic Questionable Content because he loves me. Because that comic features a character that is me ten years ago, to the point of it being frightening.
For those not in the know about QC, it takes place in Northampton, and the main character works at the library at "Smif College." The main female character is a glasses-wearing brunette indie rock chick who talks about i-pop bands within the walls of a coffeehouse that is constantly remodeling, comme le Haymarche. Though I am certain that Bob and I would have not found each other attractive ten years ago, I am pleased that he is taking an interest in me-ish things.
Also, I tossed out our wedding cake top today. It was crusty and reeked of freezer burn. I guess whatever tradition surrounding holding onto a rotten baked good for a whole calendar year has been held up and it's smooth sailing for us from here on out.
VOMIT ALERT: some U.S. TV turds have "adapted" The Vicar of Dibley into an American sitcom starring human barf bag Kirstie Alley. What a diarrhea casting choice and a completely shit idea. She needs to admit defeat and go get a job standing in front of a Xerox machine, not in front of a camera. All these failed attempts at reviving her career are pointless, and I'm sick of Americans take UK TV shows and turn them into shit-eating zombie versions of the originals. Especially when there are actual people deciding that some washed-up '80s douchestress is the comedic equivalent of the talented and truly hilarious Ms. Dawn French. REVOLTING!
Posted by Zerd at August 16, 2007 06:44 PM