September 8th, 2008


"Where would I be/ Without my friends/ I would be nowhere/ And I would have nothin'..."

I wrote a lot this weekend. Sometimes I re-link to the weekend's post for the weekday readers, as LJ is much quieter on the weekends. This time I wanted to re-link to one thing in particular.

Here are thoughts I had on friendship. I think they're worthy thoughts.

(This entry's title is from the song "Friends," by the band Luscious Jackson. Their initials? LJ. Coincidence? I think not...)
  • Current Music
    Ilan Eshkeri's score to "Stardust"
Whale fluke

What, not Tek Jansen's?

Via terri_osborne: Stephen Colbert's DNA is headed to space!
The comedian's DNA will be digitized and sent to the International Space Station, Comedy Central was to announce Monday. In October, video game designer Richard Garriott will travel to the station and deposit Colbert's genes for an "Immortality Drive."

"I am thrilled to have my DNA shot into space, as this brings me one step closer to my lifelong dream of being the baby at the end of 2001," Colbert said in a statement...
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    still "Stardust" (I've been air-conducting it, too)
Whale fluke


This week, many people are going to reflect on the seventh anniversary of 9/11. I decided to reprint what I wrote in my paper journal during the next week, behind a cut because it's long and because not everyone's going to want to read it. Here's where my mind was:

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Good Omens

It's like Tom Brady died...

Seriously? The coverage of Tom Brady's 2008 season lasting less than 15 minutes has made it sound like the guy got crushed by a crashing, set-aflame Goodyear Blimp.

Folks: It's a knee injury. It's not The End of Football As We Know It. It's not even a Theismann-level injury. (Though by the way, my evil side relishes that once I made an entire room of adults cringe and yell "Ugh!" just by saying "Joe Theismann brea...")

I figure Tom Brady's now getting a kiss-it-to-make-it-better kiss from Gisele Bündchen. In fact, with his luck, Brady will wake up tomorrow in his waterbed filled with money (sweet, sweet, water-logged money) to see Bridget Moynahan standing there, with love and mischief in her eyes, saying "I forgive you for the whole dumping-me-when-pregnant-with-your-child thing. Maybe Gisele and I can make you feel better...?"