Gawd. I don't even know where to begin. The blog has been deluged.
First, I must state for the record that the martini conversation amused the living hell out of me when I read it yesterday afternoon ... I would comment, but I have no business doing so. In the world of martinis, I am a drooling ignoramous.
As for James Bond, I always think of a newspaper article I read when I was in Cambridge wherein a bunch of Cambs University students had done a study (don't ask me why) of what would have become of James Bond had he been an actual human being. They took into account factors like his age, his sexual habits, his alcohol consumption. They figured out that, statistically speaking, James Bond would have by now become a gnarled old man whose body was little more than a host to a smorgasboard of various sexually-transmitted diseases and physical maladies. Of all the people I knew who read the article, the opinion lines were strictly drawn by gender ...
Women's Reaction: Ha ha ha. This is fantastic. Hey, you men. Look at this.
Men's Reaction: Bullshit. James Bond could never grow old. And besides, he's a fictional character so this study is stupid.
This is when I realized that although there can be vast and fascinating intricacies in the world of gender, there is one common thread amongst heterosexual men: An overwhelming deep-seated psychological desire to be James Bond.
It even crosses lines from time to time. I'm pretty sure Holly has JamesBond Envy. After all, she owns a "007" Zippo lighter. Holly, any comments?
Sidenote: During conversations about James Bond, I have occasionally been known to mix up actor names and erroneously refer to Pierce Brosnan as Bronson Pinchot. Bronson Pinchot is the actor who played "Balki" on that awful 80s sitcom Perfect Strangers. For Melinda, who has an unhealthy obsession with the show and is forever bitter than PS reruns are not available anywhere in syndication, here is a Perfect Strangers homepage. God bless the Internet.
As for you, Tim, why are you volunteering your services as a photo editor? Although I must comment that your post made me feel quite a bit better about myself. I have not yet reached the point of desperation where I'm willing to invent bisexual tendencies to attract potential mates.
For the love of God, Paul, what game has a coffee called BM? And I think we should start a campaign to have your landlord locked away for the good of humanity. Our landlord never fixes anything, but to his credit, he doesn't give a flying rat's ass what we do. I could start keeping a herd of cattle in my room and the man would barely flinch. Which reminds me, we finally have a semi-operable storm door on the front entrance to our home. I say "semi-operable" because it takes a great deal of manual dexterity to get the door to close and latch properly. But at least it's attached.
I have pictures to post from the weekend, but I have to get some work done around here before I leave for my design class at 10:30. I will, however, leave you with this, which I noticed hanging on the outside wall of a gas station yesterday. It made me giggle.
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