Wings…Geez–I haven’t thought about that show in ages. That makes me think of other old sitcoms that ought to have gone permanently to TV heaven…Three’s Company and Full House come to mind.
Does anyone know, though, where I could find the old episodes of The Odd Couple or Taxi? Those shows were, for the most part, genuinely well-written, well-acted, and funny. I miss them.
I’ve seen reruns of Three’s Company on Nick at Nite…actually, last summer a friend had me spend the night at her house and promptly fell asleep at eleven and I watched Three’s Company reruns interdisburst with Gilligan’s Island until 5 am.
I’m watching Three’s Company right now. Suzanne Somers was always my least favorite roommate. Jenilee Harrison was okay, and so was Priscilla Barnes. Joyce DeWitt was my favorite roommate.
Have you ever read any of Suzanne Somers’s poetry? It’s so bad that it’s funny.
No, but my grandmother has her diet books.
A friend of mine says he’s on the South Beach diet, but he seems to go out for some sort of carb-rich thing every single day. He buys all these no-carb or low-carb groceries, but then he lets them languish in his fridge and goes out for a baked potato or Chinese food or something.
Mmm…I could go for some Chinese food. Especially if it came with a whole bunch of packets of soy sauce. Not that I eat them, but they’re fun to play with, and just absurd. I mean, who in the hell could suck down multiple packs of soy sauce in a single sitting?
I’m getting hungry, myself. I can’t believe I’m here in the office at 4:30 am on Labor Day. Ecch.
Soy Sauce is one of the most foul foods there is.
Soy sauce isn’t supposed to be a food by itself. It’s meant to be a seasoning. You’re supposed to use it sparingly.
That having been said, yes, most of the time, the soy sauce that comes from Chinese food places in little packets tends to be total crap.
Little packets of mustard age also gross. I don’t even like to watch people eat stuff with mustart on it.
Mustard can be delicious. But, once again, that stuff in the packets tends to be the epitome of unbridled ickiness.
Try this recipe instead:
Powdered mustard seed mixed with vinegar. Add salt and horseradish if desired. Yum, yum.
I don’t know why, but those little packets of seasonings from Chinese food places utterly fascinate my cats. They try feverishly to steal them, they bat them around when they succeed, they even chomp through them and leave little splotches of inferior condiment around.
But it’s wicked funny to see the looks on their faces when they bite through into the mustard packets.
No barbeque today. It’s been raining tropical storm rain since yesterday. Everything is soaked.
It rained to beat the band last evening and gave the grass a good watering, badly needed.
The sun is shining this morning but scattered thunderstorms are on the evening menu to foul up the barbie, not to mention the big fireworks display at 9:00-9:30 PM on the riverfront.
It’s a holiday and sleeping late was ruined by someone or something devoid of common sense beating a flogging iron on a board every ten seconds or so at 1:30 AM. Woke me up, irritaing me as am a light sleeper, thought it would quit right after getting up going to the b.r. to relieve the fluid accumulations. As I got ready to open the curtains and look out it ceased and never returned. Neither did restful sleep.
How does raining “beat the band”?
I don’t know.
I just thought I’d share that I had a turkey subway sandwich. There’s still half if anyone wants it.
I always pronounce “sandwich” as “sammich”. Other than this (oh, and changing anything that ends in “ow” to “er” - ex. “window” becomes “win-der”), the typical North American wouldn’t be able to discern any particular accent or speech impediments. I think I do this for fun, but I can’t seem to stop.
Posted by Bruce Kahl on May 19, 2000 at 17:50:59:
In Reply to: To Beat the Band posted by BK on May 18, 2000 at 21:08:11:
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It rained ALL DAY here - our plan B was to go see a movie: SpyKids 3-D. My eyes are still bleeding…
3-D glasses: no!!!