A rare GG post from GGG

Traci, in a previous post, remarked on my current blog header, "gonna miss the Palladinos." Naturally, this reminded me of their last episode on the show, and felt the need to do the following post.

Gilmore Girls fans, this is your chance to respond to the sixth season finale. Please, you need catharsis from the events of that episode, so let the vitriol flow. I already did this in May when I was in Japan and talking to Julia and Wimsey's Woman, so I'm good. Here's a transcript of the conversation:

All: AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHH!

All: I can't believe she did that! And you so KNEW it was gonna happen! Augh!

Thank you. Anyone else? Mary? Traci? Susan? Let it out, Pooky, it'll be ok.

My first and last w00t

So, all of my rooms have been painted (finally), my toilet is fixed (I hope), and my A/C doesn't leak anymore (thank God). I was able to move my furniture back into place, and the only things that remain are a desk I have yet to receive from my sister and my wall hangings to be rehung. I am just about settled in. I even have patio chairs (until the nogoodniks take them).

I love this place. Quiet, I wake up to the sun (my room faces east and north, rock!), I have central air I like to have but don't use, and my garage is fantastic.

And, should you ever wish to be ensconced in my leather chair and sofa, you will be greeted at my door by the only piece of Iowa State memorabilia I will ever have: a welcome mat.

Gotta keep my feet clean. ;)

The locomotive references end after this

Fret not, folks. I merely used E-Rock for the title of a previous blog post for the following reasons:

-I was cleverly paraphrasing the Rock (if I do say so myself).

-I never refer to myself in the third person, so I had to assume another identity, as opposed to my bestowed (I think that is the right link) and beloved nickname.

-I try to keep usage of my nickname limited, so it doesn't become tired. It is a thing to be treasured. E-Rock, however, I can use without any qualms.

To summarize, the E-Train is still running on schedule.

If you thought racing movies were dumb

This is a word of mouth warning. Do not let your aversion to NASCAR (or stupid Southerners [which doesn't mean that all Southerners are stupid] deter you from seeing Talladega Nights.

This movie is freakin' funny. Bust your gut funny. Sure, there is less funny when they have to shove the plot along, but they put in a few gems, including the entire "diamond in an ice storm" scene.

These Ferrell/Apatow/McKay collaborations have the added bonus of women saying some really funny stuff, as opposed to being just background in every scene. I point to Christina Applegate in Anchorman, and Molly Shannon is delightful in TN:tBoRB (we call him TN for short).

So, please, give this movie your time and money. It will be worth it. You have my Guarantee*.

And while I have you here, if you haven't seen Anchorman, or didn't enjoy it the first time, see it again. It gets better. You don't truly enjoy the movie until you see the mayonnaise.

*Sorry, Tennessee. Guarantee void there.**

**Guarantee also void in 49 other states, all U.S. territories, Canada, U.K., and if you speak English.

Finally, the E-Rock has come back to Iowa!

(Three false things about that title: I don't refer to myself in the third person, only one person has ever called me E-Rock, and I've been in and out of Iowa for months now.)

Anyhow, I'm all settled into Ames now. My profuse thanks go out to my parents, my sister, and my gal for helping me move in. I've had a truly busy summer, including seeing Wicked and the treasures of Tutankhamun's tomb in Chicago, and Pirates of Penzance in Iowa City. Interestingly, the Wicked book is allegedly worse than the movie. While a movie (or in this case, a musical) being better than a novel is rare, I have heard a similar assessment from another source regarding the novel Big Fish.