Last weekend I came to an overwhelming realisation, you see: that one of my missions in life (::cough::) is to start one of those ultra mawkish and ironic slow caps à la the ones in Disney sports movies.
(See Runnings, Cool. And craploads of other flicks.)
I rewatched Cool Runnings last Saturday (...SHUT UP!! I was feeling vulnerable and needed predictable warm fuzzies!), and the bit during the last scene where (SPOILER?) the "eeeeeviiiiiiiiiil" East German villain -- oh history, East and West Germany[!] -- starts clapping for the Jamaican team as they emerge post sled crash -- thereby apparently redeeming himself through the irrefutable power of rhythmic and stirring applause -- Yogi and I promptly burst out laughing (first time he saw Cool Runnings, and probably the last) before I "solemnly" made a Scarlett O'Hara vow that, "As God is my witness, I will one day start one of my own ironic slow claps in a public place...!"
Also, as of last week I now have an About Me page so...that's pretty cool. Or something. (Ooh, GEDDIT?! "Coooool"? Ehh...I exhaust me.) And that page is waaaaay overdue, to boot. Do check it out!
Finally, Mondays make baby Jesus cry. (...ah, old school Rod and Todd Flanders! ❤) Especially the types of Mondays like today's that are, oh I don't know, FLIPPIN' COLD when you venture outside to sullenly face the impending doom of mondayish work. Brrrrrrrrrrrr. And waaaahhhhh!
Nuff people say
You know they can't believe
Jamaica, we have a bobsled team