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Life on Mars fans: if you want to get frustrated or have a laugh, have a gander at Mr Paul Heath’s article at The Hollywood News, which Google News says is a British site:
Imperioli will play Detective Ray Carling, a colleague of Sam’s in 1972. He is a rough, tough sexist who has never heard the phrase “politically correct.” The role was made famous by Phillip Glenister in the BBC original, where he played the character named Gene Hunt, now a huge cult figure in the UK.
What?
That’s right: according to this, Philip Glenister played Ray, or that Ray and Gene are the same character.
Unless he knows something the rest of us don’t. Which casts a whole new light on the plot.
I know not everyone in the UK has seen Life on Mars, but when rewriting someone else’s article, it may pay to not concoct new facts without checking.
It was an easy mistake to make (I originally assumed, before I read the first article about Mr Imperioli’s casting, that he was playing Gene Hunt), but one that could have been very easily avoided.
How long do you take in the shower?
Submitted by Strive2Be.
Gosh, I'm rather embarrassed now. I'm the person who posted this question, and I did so because my friend was SHOCKED at how long I took. Lol. He wanted to know *exactly* what I could possibly be doing in the shower....take him step by step. I thought he was being silly, but after reading the answers to this question.....wow, I must transform into a turtle or some such slow critter when the water hits me. I spend about an hour....yes, you heard me world....one whole hour....sixty minutes.....in the rectangle of spraying water. That includes wash/rinse hair, wash/rinse body (lol), and shaving BOTH my legs (don't forget that there are TWO of them), plus maybe a touch-up shave between................shhhhhhhhhh. AND....this doesn't even include getting into the song, "Good, good, good...good vibrations!" Lol. You really don't want to know how long I'm in the shower if I get that song into my head!! So......I'm a turtle......or a slug......or some primordial sludge. And then don't even get me into what I do AFTER the shower...lotion on the legs and (shhhhhhh area) so the skin doesn't dry out, clip the nails (and remember, we have finger AND toe nails! Lol), dry myself, pat my hair dry and then let it dry on its own after I've combed it, and get dressed. I also, at some point during all this time, am cleaning out the shower and drying it. And guess what, guess what?? I'm one of those people who doesn't use all those creams and lotions and make-up and gobbly gook. Can you imagine how long I'd be in the bathroom???? Just bodywash, shampoo, conditioner, deodorant, and lotion for the shaved areas. How come I feel like I'm on the witness stand, defending myself desperately so as not to received the death penalty?? *smile* I'll have to go into hyperactive speed next time and let you know the results. Probably shampoo in the eye, legs with hair still visible in areas, a nick in a sensitive spot, and a major slip getting out of the shower as my feet are still slimy with bodywash. Well...at least I can yell to the world...I'M UNIQUE!!!!! WooHoo!!!! Not so sure if I like this uniqueness, though. It's more like "Super freak, she's a super freak!" Lol.
]]>(This joke posting cracks me up every time, even when I just happen to look at it and haven't read through it again. It's so silly! LOL)
An off-duty LAPD Captain assigned to Newton Division narrowly escaped serious injury recently when he attempted horseback riding with no prior experience. He mounted the horse, unassisted, and the horse immediately began moving. As it galloped along at a steady and rhythmic pace, the officer began to slip sideways from the saddle. Although attempting to grab for the horse's mane he could not get a firm grip. He then threw his arms around the horse's neck, but continued to slide down the side of the horse. The horse galloped along, seemingly oblivious to its slipping rider. Finally, losing his grip, the Captain attempted to leap away from the horse and throw himself to safety. His foot became entangled in the stirrup, and he was at the mercy of the horse's pounding hooves as his head and upper body repeatedly struck the ground. Moments away from unconsciousness and probable death, to his great fortune a Los Angeles County Sheriff's Deputy, at Wal-Mart on a shoplifting call, saw him and quickly unplugged the horse!
]]>If I could do it all over again, I wouldn’t have had more than five birthday parties throughout childhood. That’s about how many it takes before the responsibility starts to outweigh the honor. Now don’t get me wrong, the first couple times were great—the birthday boy’s only duty was to celebrate good times--and leave the rest to Mom. But that’s before I learned how to talk. And write. All of a sudden I was turning six, and realizing that my annual celebration of life had become a burden. The decisions to make were now many (the theme? invitees? goodie bag contents? the thank-you notes—wearying; and the trick candles?) No longer surprising.
Having abstained from birthday hosting for the past decade, I was noticeably ambivalent when Mrs. Boss asked me to assist in planning DailyMe’s Launch party. She offered to share some of the responsibilities once she saw the look on my face, but it didn’t really matter. Because it was me who placed the first phone calls to the venue, the caterer, the cupcake store, cameraman, and virtually everyone else involved. If you have ever planned a party before, you know how this works: the guy who places the initial call to a party service becomes the “contact,” and it’s very difficult to transfer the role.
Now a couple weeks into the planning, the event is almost there. Not that the process hasn’t been without its headaches. To name one, the cupcake people! I don’t know about you, but I would have thought cupcake-makers formed a humble industry. But I guess that doesn’t hold for stores that deem themselves “cupcake designers;” they can be downright arrogant. Needless to say, I expect their product to be delicious.
Other than that, the party is coming along nicely, and I don’t really have any more complaints. Well, besides the fact that I wasn’t invited. Ironic, I know. I was so angry when I found out that I cursed the person who made the guest list…until I remembered that it was me. Turns out I would have been invited, only the venue is a club on South Beach that does not allow guests under 21 years of age. Very sad turn of events.
I don’t want to be a complete party pooper though; this party is going to be awesome. It’s on Saturday, August 2nd at 7:00 p.m. Fun guaranteed. Plus, you never know who’s going to hide inside the DailyMe cake to sneak past the bouncers…
Happy 4th of July everyone – Be safe!
Peace, Love, and Personalized Media,
- John the Intern
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If I could do it all over again, I wouldn’t have had more than five birthday parties throughout childhood. That’s about how many it takes before the responsibility starts to outweigh the honor. Now don’t get me wrong, the first couple times were great—the birthday boy’s only duty was to celebrate good times--and leave the rest to Mom. But that’s before I learned how to talk. And write. All of a sudden I was turning six, and realizing that my annual celebration of life had become a burden. The decisions to make were now many (the theme? invitees? goodie bag contents? the thank-you notes—wearying; and the trick candles?) No longer surprising.
Having abstained from birthday hosting for the past decade, I was noticeably ambivalent when Mrs. Boss asked me to assist in planning DailyMe’s Launch party. She offered to share some of the responsibilities once she saw the look on my face, but it didn’t really matter. Because it was me who placed the first phone calls to the venue, the caterer, the cupcake store, cameraman, and virtually everyone else involved. If you have ever planned a party before, you know how this works: the guy who places the initial call to a party service becomes the “contact,” and it’s very difficult to transfer the role.
Now a couple weeks into the planning, the event is almost there. Not that the process hasn’t been without its headaches. To name one, the cupcake people! I don’t know about you, but I would have thought cupcake-makers formed a humble industry. But I guess that doesn’t hold for stores that deem themselves “cupcake designers;” they can be downright arrogant. Needless to say, I expect their product to be delicious.
Other than that, the party is coming along nicely, and I don’t really have any more complaints. Well, besides the fact that I wasn’t invited. Ironic, I know. I was so angry when I found out that I cursed the person who made the guest list…until I remembered that it was me. Turns out I would have been invited, only the venue is a club on South Beach that does not allow guests under 21 years of age. Very sad turn of events.
I don’t want to be a complete party pooper though; this party is going to be awesome. It’s on Saturday, August 2nd at 7:00 p.m. Fun guaranteed. Plus, you never know who’s going to hide inside the DailyMe cake to sneak past the bouncers…
Happy 4th of July everyone – Be safe!
Peace, Love, and Personalized Media,
- John the Intern
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THIS IS HAPPENING RIGHT HERE
IN
OUR OWN COUNTRY!
We
Must Stop This
Immediately
!
Have
you noticed that stairs are getting
steeper
.
Groceries are heavier.
And, everything is
further
away. Yesterday I walked to the corner and I was
dumbfounded to discover how
long
our
street had become!
And,
you know, people are less considerate now,
especially the young ones. They speak in
whispers
all
the time! If you ask them to speak up they
just keep repeating themselves,
endlessly
mouthing
the same
silent
message
until they're red in the face! What do they
think I am, a lip
reader?
I
also think they are much younger than I was at
the same age. On the other hand, people my own
age are so much older
than I am. I ran into an old friend the
other day and she has aged so much that she
didn't
even recognize me.
I
got to thinking about the poor dear while I was
combing my hair this morning, and in doing so, I
glanced at my own reflection
well, REALLY NOW
-
even
mirrors
are not made the way they used to
be!
Another
thing, everyone drives so
fast
these
days! You're risking life and limb if you happen
to pull onto the freeway in front of them. All I
can say is, their brakes must wear out awfully
fast, the way I see
them
screech
and swerve
in
my rear view mirror.
Clothing
manufacturers are
less
civilized
these days. Why else would they suddenly start
labeling a size 10 or 12 dress as 18 or 20? Do
they think no one notices? The people who
make
bathroom
scales
are pulling the same prank. Do they think I
actually 'believe' the number I see on that
dial? HA! I would never let myself weigh that
much! Just who do these people think they're
fooling?
I'd
like to call up someone in authority to report
what's going on - but the
telephone
company
is in on the conspiracy too: they've printed the
phone books in such small
type that no one could ever find a number in
there!
All
I can do is pass along this
warning:
WE
ARE UNDER ATTACK!
Unless
something drastic happens, pretty soon everyone
will have to suffer these awful
indignities.
PLEASE
PASS THIS ON TO EVERYONE YOU KNOW AS SOON AS
POSSIBLE SO WE CAN GET THIS CONSPIRACY STOPPED!
PS:
I am sending this to you in a larger font size,
because something has happened to my computer's
fonts - they are smaller than they once
were.
