I am taunting you with information about my past at Kelley's Break Room. Go on over and check me out at Name That Job! What prior job did I actually have? Oh, you have no idea. I bet. Go. Guess!
I'm organizing the inaugural 1940s Twitter Movie Night on Sunday, June 19, 2011, at 9:00pm EST. The movie is The Philadelphia Story [thanks to the lovely @Mrsped for the assist in selecting the movie]. We'll all be watching the movie and live tweeting how awesome we think the whole stinking thing is. Use the #1940sMovie hashtag. Join me, please, so I don't feel like I have some sort of social disease.
The girl is officially done with middle school. HOORAY. The giant end of the year party is over. I am almost officially done being PTA president. Oh, sweet relief. Seriously. So sweet. Like a vodka ice pick in my brain sweet.
I am still PMSing like crazy! You may not consider this to be big news, but I assure you, everyone in my path will be talking about this for a LONG TIME to come. A LONG TIME.
Evidently hockey fans in Vancouver take shit pretty seriously [and also may be PMSing?]. So seriously that the past couple of times that the Canucks went to the Stanley Cup Finals and lost in Game Seven, these bastards rioted in the streets. Seriously? It's HOCKEY. Let's keep the rioting where it belongs, on the ice.
This sounds like a particularly bad idea. The Tennessee Valley Authority wants to revive a half-built nuclear reactor that's been in mothballs for the past 23 years. Yeah. Have these scientists seriously never seen a science fiction movie? How is that possible? I would like to direct them to that fine 1950s documentary about giant radioactive ants, THEM!. Who knows what kind of radioactive vermin are going to come shooting out of this thing?
The Tea Party is trying to bring some younguns into its fold by hosting a summer camp. Why do I get the feeling that this is going to be eerily reminiscent of Jesus Camp? Or maybe God Camp?
What the hell? I don't get people. I mean, I like Joss Stone and think she's a great singer, but can't fathom that someone - someones, I guess - would want to kill her. I mean, she's pretty harmless so far as celebrities go, right? That's a lot of rage. Maybe they weren't thrilled with her acting in the The Tudors? I have no idea.
And finally, the winner of the Freedom contest is:
Flannery said...You all had amazing answers, truly, and I ended up randomly picking a number. Because who can make that kind of Sophie's Choice? Not me. That's for damn sure.
Flannery, please contact me with your info so I can send you . . . a surprise. I'll take a photo when I put together the package and then share it with you all next week. No, it's not just because I haven't picked out exactly what the gift is. Not completely, anyway. I've got ideas. LOTS of ideas.
What news do you have for me this week?