The British are HERE

by Colleen

I once wrote a post about the strategic placement of British operatives in the Midwest as part of an initial conspiracy by HRH to retake our fair nation.

Well, I have news for you - it may be happening faster than a Britain can unintelligibly mutter 'Bobsyeruncle'.

Since my last report, I've observed multiple incidents in the past couple years of Britains taking to the streets of downtown Chicago, happily shopping at our stores, and enjoying quiet walks in our parks. There's even this: Britains sending their children to their own private-public school in the heart of Lincoln Park, the British School of Chicago. A few of these incidents made such an impression on me that I almost took the time to blog them here!

As undocumented and unverified as these sightings may be, take my word for it that the threat of a Tory uprising is eminent.This past month, your humble blogger relocated to the West Coast to start a new job and a new life, but mainly to better follow the rising success of promising young 49ers team (just kidding about the last...maybe). Aside from an alarming abundance of visitors and residents from across the pond, I'm fully convinced my new co-worker is a closeted British spy. 

to be continued...

The Bourne Synopsis

by Colleen

Well, your fearless co-author was manipulated into watching The Bourne Legacy with her mother while on vacation in South Haven, MI this weekend after some not so veiled comments were made about the fine quality of the movie's actors (Edward Norton, Rachel Weiz AND Albert Finney? oh my), a certain someone's openness to seeing "a movie...any movie really, even that Bourne movie...," and noticing that our walks around the small, sleepy downtown always involved passing by its only movie theater with the compelling Bourne Legacy poster on the marquee (I think some one had a little crush on the male lead. (That someone wasn't me.)).

Despite my lack of diligence in keeping up with the second and third Bourne installments after seeing the first, it turned out viewing them wasn't at all necessary for enjoying the forth in this Bourne Trilogy....+1?

I think this was largely due to the movie's plot being incredibly linear*.

In fact.

If you strip away all the chase/fight scenes, explosions, and special effects, the effective movie that's left is like so-

*****SPOILER ALERTS*****

;)

Anybody else so ingrained in your use of emoticons in your corporate IM chats that you start to affliate the ;) one as having vaguely suggestive implications so you avoid* it at all costs?

Maybe it's just me**, but when I accidently type ;) instead of :) after one of my male co-worker's comments, I'm always afraid that they may interpret like so...

Darn cell phone

Me: I snored that night.
Co-author: You what?
Me: I snored that night.
Co-author: Oh, I thought you said you scored last night. It doesn't count when she's your girlfriend.

Alas, I didn't score that night either.

A little while ago

I posted an ode to Generation X. I returned to this blog mainly to link to this article: Reason 8, why Gen X is awesome. *internet hearts!*

One caveat - I'm pretty sure DFW was a baby boomer. But that doesn't make it any less awesome.

Another caveat - Wow, it was literally like 11 months and 2 weeks ago that I posted it. Time flies.

Wow

Someone still posts here. I'm impressed, faithful co-author. I could barely remember the password. But here I am - back (probably just momentarily though).

New Animals

by Hubert

Bunnies and chickens.