..That in a 21-floor office building, I work on one of the six floors that has a defibrillator. Because I'm a hypochondriac and the elevators here are slow, y'all.
Also -- there's now a 5% greater chance that I'll have a legitimate reason to yell "Clear!" on any given day (no actual math done in the calculation of that figure).
Saint Mineato came to this point in Florence after being beheaded in the presence of the Emperor, picking up his newly-unattached noggin, crossing the Arno river and walking up a (trust me) incredibly long and steep hill.
We, on the other hand, arrived after a leisurely train ride from Rome and a stroll past the Duomo.
Meanwhile, back in America, I have a new job (for now...I don't like to get to comfortable, given my checkered past). It's here. And yes, you are correct. I have at last made One Tree Hill watching my bizniss.
...Italy! (well, like in 15 hours or so).
While I am gone, would someone please track down Rockapella on whatever coffee commerical set they're hanging out on these days and enlist them to sing the title of this post accurately? You have 8 days....go!
Witnessed, at Beacon: A woman who, at the end of her meal, dug measuring tape out of her purse, checked her waist and then complained to her waiter that he had served her food so delicious that she had gained an inch.
It was an act so insane that it almost erased from my memory the earlier overheard conversation at the table next to me, wherein another woman told her date she loved acting because it "brought her closer to the human experience."
Britney Spears was just on How I Met Your Mother, and I didn't have to care.
I think that's this cloud's most silvery lining yet.
(But, since I'm here and talking about it: she wasn't bad. Kinda cute and sweet. Mainly, she didn't scream "stunt casting to ensure our season three pickup!" quite as loudly as I had feared she might)
"He was busy breeding ravens."
Thankfully, the brilliant work of look-alike Jeffrey Weissman and the cunning use of already-shot footage allowed Crispin to pursue such ventures.
*We were watching Back to the Future II at his insistence. And, as it must always be said when Back to the Future II is referenced, "The Doc's aliiiive!!! He's in the Old West....but he's ALIIIVE!!!"
...Has me thinking about one of my favorite songs, and how it's attached to one of my favorite videos.
(wait for it. it'll make sense)
...no, I am not talking about the romantic comedy starring Frank Whaley and a considerably curvier roller-skating Jennifer Connolly.
Nor am I referencing the Clash song of the same title.
Indeed, I am not making tea at the BBC. Or writing at Us Weekly for that matter. These days, I am an ever-so-cleverly titled Sixer.
Check it out, should you get the chance!
I didn't think so, but the electronic billboards on nearby streets seem to indicate otherwise. And that scares me. Because when "they" show "the future" in movies and such, it's never a happy place. It's a place where we're fighting robots, there's no water left and advertisements are downloaded directly into our brains, along with secret government programs that transform us into super-assassins whenever we hear a key phrase.
I'm just saying. I like my billboards static.
