…to Keith Urban fans.
“Take your cat and leave my sweater?”
What? That’s a lyric?
Who goes there? Please leave comments so (An Aries Knows)!
…to Keith Urban fans.
“Take your cat and leave my sweater?”
What? That’s a lyric?
One of Tim’s birthday DVDs, recommended to me by Dean James, was a movie called Unconditional Love. It’s a big old sprawling movie that’s silly, funny, sad, and has the daughter-in-law from hell–or is she? Kathy Bates, Dan Akroyd, Jonathan Pryce, a few cameos, and the delicious and talented Rupert Everett (pre-plastic surgery). Anyone else seen this movie?
…but he’s willing to play one because he just can’t find ENOUGH ways to get publicity.
Happy birthday, Stevie Nicks and Lenny Kravitz.
Things I don’t care about: whether or not Jennifer Lopez is pregnant. Kirstie Alley’s weight issues. Just sayin’.
Another season of “Survivor” ended tonight. The winner was no surprise to me, as I’m sure it wasn’t to most viewers, but I still enjoyed certain aspects of “Survivor Palau.” Just not as much as some other seasons. Favorite: the sincere affection that developed between Coby and Janu and how it manifested during the finale.
Fortunately, “Queer as Folk”‘s final season starts next Sunday; that and “Survivor Australian Outback” just out on DVD (which I didn’t see when it originally aired) should satisfy my TV requirements for a while.
Yep, I watched the pope’s funeral from about 3:30 a.m. until sometime after 6 a.m. And there she was. Condi. I also saw W and Laura and Bill Clinton. Do you think they were having a slumber party in Rome without us?
It boggles the mind. W likes to turn in early, so he probably fell asleep first. Bill is nocturnal, so he was putting somebody’s bra in the freezer. Laura was chain smoking. I wonder what Condi did? It didn’t look like anyone had toilet-papered the Vatican.
“Important” should have been in quotation marks. It’s very subjective.