buter's BABY blog

So the other night, I watched about 10 minutes of Cold Case before giving up on it, but it was a veritable who's who of where are they now. Cast members from one of my favourite TV shows that's no longer being made and from my favouritest movie ever were in it, as well as a cast member who left one my least favouritest TV shows ever to go make movies ...

Are you confused?

The episode was Volunteers.

Buffy's Amber Benson was there, ok as "dead body", but she had a couple lines at the start before she got shot. Hmm, she got shot in Buffy too. For Buffy fans out there, she's now dating the dude who played Warren. Who shot her. Now *that's* irony.

Then there was the chick who plays Shannon in Lost (in a brown wig)... the wig threw me, that and the fact that I can't stand Lost ... but I recognised her eventually ....

And the evil Prince - yes, Humperdinck from The Princess Bride (Chris Sarandon) was a sleazy Life Coach. You could just see him telling his pupils "I always think everything is a trap. Which is why I'm still alive." ... And prefacing every claim with "Unless I am wrong, and I am never wrong ..."

And (I can't resist one more..) "I knew it! I knew you were bluffing! I knew he was .. <gulp> bluffing"

So, once again, credit for this post's inspiration goes to The Man. He's so helpful.

-----Original Message-----
From: D™
Sent: Tuesday, 18 April 2006 1:40 PM
To: butercup
Subject: Re: that cold case show

Cold case, sounds like a blog entry to me, since you are card carrying, buffy and princess bride, FANatic and very anti-lost.

Overheard outside the Art Gallery on Saturday:

Mummy: "So what do you think priceless means?"
Junior: "Priceless is when something is so expensive even Nanny can't afford it"

- cue Mummy peeing her pants. As did several assorted bystanders.

Anyway so I was at the Art Gallery on Saturday to absorb some culture, or at least some secondhand pretentiousness by seeing the Archie-bowls with Jarv. I could have it completely wrong, but it seemed that people were there just so they could say "I went to see the Archibowls". They clustered around the paintings, made "hmmm" sounds and stroked their chins, then exited with alacrity - without seeing any of the other exhibitions ... like the Wynne prize, which is one of Australia's longest running art prizes ...

But what really bugged me is that they cluster so *close* around the pictures. These things are about 12 square metres!! How on earth can you absorb the impact when you're 20cm from them? What, are you critiquing the brushwork? Geez people, for some things it's actually better to be a bit *further* away from the action.

[deep breath]
<mantra>
I must remember that every single person in the Art Gallery has their own problems, their own inspirations, their own concerns. I can't project myself onto them in order to understand their motives. Just because I wouldn't do the same things as them doesn't make them any less worthy of respect. It's a lesson in patience.
</mantra>

Oh dear. I've hijacked a line from HMS Pinafore for a post title. No matter how much I resist, the damn musicals have permeated my reality matrix.

So anyway, last night DTM and I sat around sipping cocktails in the Monkey Bar before going to see Phoenix's latest production. Okay it's not the Slip Inn of the title, but it's still an establishment that serves alcohol, and maybe a Danish Prince will turn up there one day....

Being a bar, on a Friday night, there was the typical "Froiday Noight Footeee" on the screens with associated garbled noise blaring from the overhead speakers. One of the more annoying things about Froiday Noight Footeee in Sydney (or maybe Australia..) is that it spawns "Tipping Competitions". These things might be more interesting if they actually involved tipping of say, cows, or tipping as in gratuity, but in fact it's not. It's about picking the teams which will win over a given weekend of the annual Footeee season. Highly interesting, I know.

So despite my sport-free world, somehow I got roped into joining a tipplefootle competition at my place of work. I'm still not sure how it happened. I think I'm just too nice. The first week, I made a little bit of effort and chose teams based on which uniform I liked best. The second week, I used the "randomiser" function of the tipping service provider. Both methods provided very average results (I got less than 50% right). So I've got a new theory: the team name that comes earlier in the alphabet is going to win. It's less effort than choosing the uniforms, and more thought than bonking on the "randomise me" button. I figure it's a nice compromise, and anything over 50% right is a bonus.

The other annoying thing about Froiday Noight Footeee is the way it overwhelms almost any medium of news or current affairs on Fridays .... but that's another rant.

I'm going to see the Archies today. I think that will be a good antidote to Footeee Tipping.