The Days and Nights of Tiny Montgomery: There's nothing underhand, That she wouldn't understand. Pump it up until you can feel it. Pump it up when you don't really need it.

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

There's nothing underhand, That she wouldn't understand. Pump it up until you can feel it. Pump it up when you don't really need it.

There's this cinematic cliche making the rounds of reality tv and other such places lately. Basically, someone says something that another person finds awkward or uncomfortable and the second party just remains silent. Sometimes with a close up of the uncomfortable person. The editors then add in the sound of crickets.

So...chirp, chirp, chirp.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...: oh, not at all. I admire your candor and your (ahem) *drive*. though watch it with the BSG spoilers, eh! In fact, I'm reading a story right now that you might like - I've cast your boy Alex O'Laughlin in the main male role. I'll pass it along it I think it's sexy enough for you.

--Heather; January 24, 2008 at 10:14 AM
Unknown said...: Hell, cast Alex O. as one of the Hardy Boys and *that'll* be sexy enough for me!; January 26, 2008 at 1:20 PM

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Complicity by Iain Banks - Continuing my exploration of Banks and Scottish literature I delved into my third Banks novel, this one yet again completely different. The story of drug and drink addicted journo who gets inadvertently involved in a serial killer's revenge murders.
How to Be Good by Nick Hornby - It had its moments, but I got rather bored with it about 2/3 through. I'm not sure ole Nick ought to make his main characters female.
Sunshine by Robin McKinley - This book was recommended by the librarian who goes on NPR all the time and talks about summer books, etc. As it was about vampires, I had to try it anyway. And I kind of loved it. A completely new twist on vampires in a sort of alternate universe now. Unfortunately, the sex, while teased, wasn't what I hoped for. I thought I'd try some of her other titles, but the covers alone had me running away, screaming. Very florid, fantasy-type illustrations. Think I'll just stick with this one and the hoped-for sequel.
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