Life, Luxury and Language: Reading for those who straddle the line between naughty and nice.
It turns out he is a mad ladykiller known for his music. The cocaine habit followed.
That's okay Bruno. All the good rockstars do it. Just keep towing pianos around and everything will be okay. Extra points if you keep sporting that hot little suit with a skinny tie.
Maybe I should talk the Newf into sporting a Bruno bump?
Protecting my proboscis,
L
If, like me, the Montreal Canadiens are the hoochie to your mama during this NHL playoff season you may be slightly disappointed tonight. Like a true adult, I'm sobbing away in my beer after tonight's loss - in double overtime nonetheless.
I needed to smile. I didn't have to look far.
Numero Uno (and I'm not talking Arnold) ... Rowan Atkinson is invited to the Royal Wedding! It seems Mr. Atkinson is close friends with Prince Charles himself. One small step for an actor, one giant leap for Mr. Bean - and we could all use a little more Bean.
Deuxième ... THIS. My apologies about the link, but click it. Click it good. You won't regret it (unless you don't like to smile).
That's all for now folks.
With some sheep,
L
To you nasty little feelings that creep up into my mind and make Swiss cheese of my otherwise sunny side, to you, I say good day.
It's not you, it's me; I just don't feel it anymore.
It is time to announce that we (that nasty little worm of wariness and I) are no longer.
But, alas, like any good love story, this one is not easily ended. Like many a breakups, this one will be long and drawn out and it will take time to find my new position in the world.
That is okay. I am okay.
Or am I?
Damn you uncertainty, I already kicked you to the curb. No friends-with-benefits either.
None at all. I will learn to enjoy spending my Saturday afternoon in my undies, napping, noshing and needlessly repainting my nails. I will enjoy the silence of the house, save for a snoring dog and a ticking clock.
That ticking is not a time bomb, and neither am I.
But uncertainty? Well, it certainly is a bomb and I'm not about to let it blow here. If I wanted to talk bombs, I'd give my favourite pirate a shout (maybe even a leg up).
Smee… Smee… Smee, I just had a sublime vision. All the jagged parts of my life have come together to form a complete and mystical whole. An epiphany.
My life is over.
Yes, goodbye.
Goodbye, Smee.
No stopping me this time, Smee. This is it. Don't make a move, Smee. Not a step. My finger's on the trigger. Don't try to stop me Smee.
This is is. Don't try to stop me this time, Smee. Don't try to stop me this time, Smee. Don't you dare try to stop me this time, Smee. Try to stop me. Smee, you better get up off your ass get over here Smee.
This (if you haven't guessed it) is my favourite Captain Hook speech! You gotta respect a man who stuffs a giant alligator and turns him into a clock - all with one hand.
Rest assured, alligators are not endangered in Neverland.
Smiling with Smee (on Saturday),
L
You won't regret it.
That is all. That's one special sphere, L
Today we are going to keep it short and sweet, because there isn't much I can say that will better this bad boy video.
The best comment I've heard about this song (you can still see it on the YouTube site) is simply:
"This [song] makes music nowadays sound pathetic."
Get ready for the best five minutes of your day (and I'm not kidding). Boys and girls, it's Benny Goodman, a bandleader otherwise known as "The King Swing" and his tune "Sing, Sing, Sing (With a Swing)":
Only now do I realize how invaluable that bopping was.
Thanks Dad, we had a blast with Benny.
Oh, and pop music, better luck next time!
Have you started cursing the ways of the new and modern? Do you want all that noise turned down?
I hate to admit it, but noise makes me crabby. Oh well (better luck next time)!
Moving and grooving like I'm five (all over again),
L
