suck it, Trebek

Last night's final Jeopardy answer:

"Homecoming Scotland is a yearlong celebration of this man's 250th birthday on January 25, 2009."

I yell out, "Sean Connery!"

Once time runs out, Trebek says, "If you guessed Sean Connery, you're wrong."

spring

Has sprung on the front lawn. There are four of these little guys.

and it's Tess by a nose...

I know Masterpiece Theatre has been working on updating their image, but I think they may have gone too far.

(read the "program type")

no, that's not a mountain

Those are clouds. As seen from the NYS Thruway approaching Buffalo.

Mmm... lake-shaped.

"where do we go, where do we go now"

Daisy's got some practicing to do.

tiny batman

I don't remember Cheerios putting toys inside their boxes when I was a kid. But we picked up a box last week, and it trumpeted the presence of ONE OF FOUR Batman or Joker figurines (action figures?). Each character comes in two versions.

I opened the box, and in a separate plastic bag, right on top of the cereal bag, was this little guy.



Why was my kung-fu-grip Batman in a separate bag? Was there some kind of last-minute change to the toys? Have the lawsuits gone so far that someone thought that a child might choke on the bag o'caped crusader? I don't know.

I do know that he's hilarious. And strangely proportioned. And that he's taken on garden gnome status in our house (which is to say that we will need to photograph him in various locations undertaking various activities).

First stop, the kitchen bar. For a Dark and Stormy. Batman's had a long day.

I can has grammar?

From an AP article entitled "Breakthrough in striking writers talks" (italics are mine)...

"The two sides breached the gap Friday on the thorniest issues, those concerning compensation for projects distributed via the Internet, said the person, who requested anonymity because he were not authorized to speak publicly."

Can we get the real writers back now, please?

seasonal side effects may include...

So I've been listening to Christmas music, courtesy of those digital cable music channels (the ones up in the 900s). I was entertaining Liam by singing along, and I caught myself singing "... a beautiful sight, we're happy tonight, walkin' 'round in women's underwear." Of course, what made it worse was that I couldn't remember the actual lyrics for a moment.

I may have listened to too much Dr. Demento in my formative years, as I'm also compelled to sing "Ding! Fries are done" to Carol of the Bells.