#While watching the "Captain Night Owl" commercial from Captain Morgan#

Owlvark: "It's nightmarish!"
Duamuteffe: "You really don't like that guy, do you?"
Owlvark: "No! It has a beak, but doesn't use it. There's a mouth underneath the beak."
Duamuteffe: "Huh, you're right. I hadn't noticed that."
Owlvark: "It's like an owl with a talking wound! I'd fight that in D&D!"

"What about the computer?"
"No computer, boss, not even a Game Boy."
"He didn't have a TV, DiNozzo."
"Game Boys are handheld, Kate. You're thinking of XBoxes, Ps2's- "
"I'm thinking of kicking some ass!"

More From It Made My Day:

"My mother was telling my 3 year old sister that she needed to go to sleep, by saying "Jade, the bed is calling you". Out of the living room comes a little voice, "Shut up, bed!". IMMD"

"my mom joined in the epic nerf battle at 11:30 at night all through our neighborhood… IMMD."

"I asked my history teacher what fire was made out of because my science teacher wasnt there. He replied "Dark Magic"

"I was at a wedding, As the bride came into the reception my wife turned to the brides great aunt (in her 80s) and said "oh, isn’t she beautiful" to which the great aunt replied “well she might be beautiful now, but when she was born, bald as a badger!” IMMD."

"This morning when I handed my 3 yr old her bowl of mandarin oranges for breakfast, she yelled, "ORDER UP!" IMMD"

"I was helping a customer at the college bookstore where I work. He said, "Hold on, my schedule’s in my phone" and flipped it open. I expected him to start browsing the internet, but instead, he pulled out a post-it note he’d stuck to the screen. I cracked up and IMMD."

"We just learned how to do comparisons in my Japanese class, and the workbook asked us to translate the following sentence: "Spock is smarter than Kirk." IMMD!"

I had a rather bizarrely amusing dream just before the alarm went off this morning. I was sitting in a nondescript bar, talking to Ducky from NCIS about what it was like being Illya Kuryakin. At the time, there didn't seem to be any sort of contradiction that he'd been both of them. I wish I could remember the spy stories he was telling, because they were cool.

Watching Olympic curling is interesting, but I had no idea there would be so much shouting involved. I assumed it would be a quiet sport, but no, there's three matches going on in the arena and someone's always screaming away as though they're being tortured. Amazing.

Finished off another chapter, now into the revisions...Whee!

We're usually not much for Valentine's Day, but we split a bottle of wine and a heart-shaped box of chocolates while snuggled up under a blanket watching a series of MST's, and I'll tell you what, we're both warming up a bit to this holiday :)

It's day six of having all our stuff in the apartment while we wait for them to finish painting, and it now looks like we live in a particularly indiscriminate TGI Fridays.

It's snowing pretty good out there, and I don't have a lot to get done today, so I have declared it Pam Grier Day. I'm planning on watching all the films we have with her in one long string; Coffy, Foxy Brown, Sheba Baby, Friday Foster, and Jackie Brown.

Pam Grier is amazing. In every film, she's cool, calm, collected, smart, and Strong with that "S" definitely in capitals. Nobody messes with the people she cares about and gets away with it, and she rights wrongs by whatever means necessary with whatever comes to hand. Through it all, she keeps right on looking gorgeous. She carries the 1970's films with sheer presence; I doubt they'd be quite as well-remembered if she hadn't been the star.

Flynn, an old friend of Cameron's, has gone on to the Bright Fields. Please send a comforting thought to his owner and dearest friend, who misses him terribly.

Remember Me

When you hear the thunder
remember me
for those are my hoofbeats
upon your heart
deep in the night.

Do not fear the lightning
and remember me
for my hooves strike sparks
so you may see
in your darkest hour.

And when the rain falls
remember me
for those are my tears of joy
as I run with the sky herd
free of rein and pain and heavy burden.

Look up and remember me
for you will see the shape of my
fiery head thrown high
among the clouds,
warmed by sun but even more
because you remember me.

-R.D. Miller

So I was babysitting my niece today, which is always a hoot. As usual she ran through a few activities, but spent the most time playing with our collection of Playmobil stuff. She's old enough now that she makes up her own little intricate stories to go with the action, and she says everything in a mostly discernible whisper. Today, I heard a couple of songs along with the storyline. The first I have tentatively titled "The Butter Goat Song:"

"I am a butter goat
We all drink butter
We are goats and we drink butter
We all drink butter"

The second was even more amusing. I couldn't make out exactly what was going on in her little play world, but the song went something like:

"Go up the stairs, get poked in the eye
Go down the stairs, get poked in the eye
Go up and down the stairs, get poked in the eye
Get poked in the eye"

This was all delivered in a bright, chirpy little song. Either she's uncertain as to what getting poked in the eye actually means, or poking people in the eyes is way more fun than I thought #grins#