Sunday, March 23, 2003

He Rubs Me the Wrong Way

So I guess I got all the vacation I'm gonna get this break. Edith took me to the Getty yesterday, which was seriously cool. In all honesty, I think the awesomeness of the architecture overshadowed the art, which was more dated that I usually like seeing, but there was still a lot of cool stuff. They've got this exhibit of Lee Miller's photography and some of her modeling, too. She kicks ridiculous amounts of ass. Aside from that, the rest of the day was also cooler than I'm used to.

The perfect capper? A rerun of the Christopher Walken-hosted "Saturday Night Live."
"Hmm.. I don't know why people make such a big fuss over Colonel Angus!"

"I myself never much cared for Colonel Angus! He rubs me the wrong way. I'm not sure why... Can't put my finger on it..."


"Break out some fresh linens, Bedelia! We're gonna have Colonel Angus here tonight!"


"Colonel Angus? I don't know nothin' about no Colonel Angus!"


"Well, get ready, Bedelia. If I remember correctly, Colonel Angus can be very messy!"

And now to work on the task at hand: what to do to the girls' rooms now that they're gone all week.