Eight Things

It’s a meme, thanks to Candace.

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1. We have to post these rules beore we give you the facts.

2. Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves.

3. People who are tagged need to write on their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.

4. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.

Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.
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Here are eight random facts about me. I’m including some that some of you know, because some of you don’t know them.

1. I once made a pumpkin pie from scratch, meaning, from taking a whole pumpkin and cutting it up and baking it and scraping the pumpkin stuff out instead of using canned pumpkin — and I don’t even like pumpkin pie.

2. I am the only person in the history of the Nicholl Fellowships in Screenwriting who was a finalist twice with two different scripts, and won.

3. An early version of the script that won once had Sissy Spacek, Gary Oldman and Alfred Molina attached with Melanie Mayron to direct, and still didn’t get produced. Sigh.

4. If someone has a few million to toss our way, we could rectify that error. Ahem.

5. My favorite Cowboys are Harvey Martin (may he R.I.P.) and Michael Irvin.

6. My father was at Dealey Plaza when President Kennedy was shot.

7. I have an older sister.

8. I married my high school sweetheart.

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I don’t know 8 people who would want to be tagged or wouldn’t mind being tagged, so I won’t tag anybody. But if you want to be tagged, please respond here and let me know and then do the meme!

Tagging Nick!

I love living in Seattle!!!

Okay, I am going to gloss over the floods and tragedies that have been happening in recent weeks due to the weird rain we’ve been having in North Texas — every single day.

Instead I’m just going to say that I have not missed the sun and the heat, that I have loved opening windows and hearing rain, and today since there was no lightning I had a fabulous bike ride. I set out to go to the post office in the rain. Light rain, so I figured, big deal, so I get wet, I’ll just come home and get dry again. I was just desperate to get on my bike.

And the sweet, soft rain was so lovely — I rode for an hour. Then I went to Starbucks and got a cappuccino (not a latte — I’ve switched) and their new (old) fruit and cheese tray (that I love-love-loved when they had before and they’ve now brought back) and it was a lovely-lovely-lovely afternoon.

If this is what Seattle is like, I could get used to it really fast.

Genes don’t lie. My Irish/English DNA may have been in Texas for five generations, but it still longs for the old country. This is proof.

ETA:  My cell phone is possessed.  When it rang at Starbucks, it kept ringing even when I tried to answer it.  No matter what button I pushed, it kept ringing.  Now that I’ve been home awhile, it is beeping at me.  The little beep it makes when it’s going in and out of network service.  I turned it off.  It turned itself back on.

Now, I just sit and watch it beep.

If only my microwave worked, I’d pop it in for a few secs.  (Maybe it got damp when I was cycling?)  But my microwave is sending off sparks for no reason when I use it.  So I don’t use it.

I don’t understand why these electronic thingies don’t like me.

Twenty Years Ago

If you are a Cowboy fan, a TRUE COWBOY FAN — you may be able to forgive them for this.

earplugs not included

But I doubt it.

(Okay, I admit it, I thought the first video was kind of fun in an awful horrible kind of way–seeing the 80s ‘Boys trying to rap, only Too Tall managed to retain his dignity, but it was fun, the second was tres sweet, bringing back the old-timers for their own video, only, gulp, they don’t look old, and the third was ghastly, but has ever a person looked more like their name than Mike Saxon? Don’t bother with the fourth. Minimal Cowboy content, major awful content.)

(And remember — Da Bears started it. Blame them!)

Oddly enough, I couldn’t find any pics to go with those videos. You’d think there’d be a screen capture or something. But I found this!

Did YOUR football team ever help Spidey catch the bad guys?

I didn’t think so.

(I’m not sure whether to be proud or embarrassed that I actually have that comic book.)

Romo-sexual … or Romo-gelding?

So I’m jumping from blog to blog to blog checking out all the Romo-mania when I stumble across some startling news:

Silverman added: “It’s not just Romo’s swagger either; it’s his penis. Romo is allegedly hung like Barbaro, in such a cartoonish fashion that he actually has been known to tuck his penis into his left knee pad. It has led to a change in coach Bill Parcells’ blocking scheme, forcing the Tuna to add an extra blocker on Romo’s blind side.”
welcome to the bandwagon

Wait — that’s not the startling part.

So I follow the trail back, thinking I’ll link to the audacious source of the news only to find that, while Steve Silverman does refer to Tony Romo’s “swagger” (There’s a certain swagger that Tony Romo brings with him every place he goes. and “He’s always had the swagger,” inside linebacker Bradie James said.) the fact is, the cause of said swagger, his penis, IS NOT THERE ANY MORE.

His penis is MISSING.

Believe me — I combed that article thoroughly, first scanning then reading then rereading, determined to find the penis, but it was not there.

Somebody edited Tony Romo’s penis!

(I told you it was startling.)

I’m not sure whether to be outraged or relieved, because while I’m thinking Tony would rather have it back, surely we need that extra blocker freed up to play his position…?

In other news…. or another part of the same news –

Will you idiots get a freaking clue?!?

Everybody keeps comparing Romo to Tom Brady. TOM BRADY! Just because Brady was Bledsoe’s backup, and then Bledsoe got injured and Brady became a star, and now Romo was Bledsoe’s backup, and Bledsoe got injured and Romo is becoming a star?

People.

Please.

USE YOUR HEADS.

This isn’t about Tom Brady, who I’m sure is a very nice fellow. But Brady? You think Dallas is looking for the “next Tom Brady” as our saviour, our second coming? As if we should care who Tom Brady is, was or will be?

Heresy!

Anybody who has been around Dallas for awhile will look at the admittedly ridiculous picture on the “bandwagon” link above and have an epiphany:

We don’t need no stinkin’ New England Yankee Patriot QB backup-to-stardom legend for OUR second coming. Hell no.

If Romo is the real thing, if he is the Real Second Coming –

Say three Hail Marys and four Our Fathers and burn incense in thanksgiving!

If we are lucky — nay, if we are worthy — he is the True and Real Second Coming of Captain Comeback himself, who went from backup to Super Bowl MVP in one year.

And while you’re at it, light candles to St. Tom for pulling some strings with The Man Upstairs to arrange it.

Alleluia, amen!

(And oh yeah. Be on the lookout for an oversized penis that must have fallen to an editor’s knife. I’m pretty sure Tony wants it back.)

You’re just too good to be true.

I need you, baby.

Kinda makes ya wanta dance, huh? A love song for Romosexuals.