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sailorhathorI went into the little convenience store on the bottom floor of the building where I work and saw an interesting new candy... Now & Later... Soft! Soft Now & Laters? This is a direct contradiction. Now & Laters are hard. A soft Now & Later is a Starburst.
They were okay.
During the year 2000, I started recording episodes of "Little House on the Prairie" off cable so I could watch the show again through adult eyes. My friend Karen was renting a room in my house at the time (my dad's house) and she'd often come in the living room and watch the show with me. Everytime something gutwrenching and awful would happen (which was often with this show), I'd turn to Karen and say, "Life on the prairie was hard." It became our show mantra; I'd say it and we'd laugh. It was just my "holy shit, did you see what just happened?" phrase.
Recently, I watched the original pilot movie for the show. This movie has earned its own holy shit phrase: "Life on the prairie was FUCKING INTENSE." I have rarely been so frightened for the safety of a tv family in my life. I knew that they all got out of it alive, but I didn't see how, what with their home, which had no fucking door, being stalked by wolves, invaded by indians, barbecued by grass fires, and that was after they built it themselves. Then, once they did get a door, it was always deep in shadow whenever someone entered, so the person guarding the door with a gun had no idea who had just come in and almost shot them. You'd think they'd get a lamp just for the door after that happened a couple times. It's no wonder people never smiled in those old, old photographs from the 1800's.
I want to talk about the latest SPN episodes, but there's just so much to say that I want to write it up when I have plenty of time. I'll probably save it for later this week.
They were okay.
During the year 2000, I started recording episodes of "Little House on the Prairie" off cable so I could watch the show again through adult eyes. My friend Karen was renting a room in my house at the time (my dad's house) and she'd often come in the living room and watch the show with me. Everytime something gutwrenching and awful would happen (which was often with this show), I'd turn to Karen and say, "Life on the prairie was hard." It became our show mantra; I'd say it and we'd laugh. It was just my "holy shit, did you see what just happened?" phrase.
Recently, I watched the original pilot movie for the show. This movie has earned its own holy shit phrase: "Life on the prairie was FUCKING INTENSE." I have rarely been so frightened for the safety of a tv family in my life. I knew that they all got out of it alive, but I didn't see how, what with their home, which had no fucking door, being stalked by wolves, invaded by indians, barbecued by grass fires, and that was after they built it themselves. Then, once they did get a door, it was always deep in shadow whenever someone entered, so the person guarding the door with a gun had no idea who had just come in and almost shot them. You'd think they'd get a lamp just for the door after that happened a couple times. It's no wonder people never smiled in those old, old photographs from the 1800's.
I want to talk about the latest SPN episodes, but there's just so much to say that I want to write it up when I have plenty of time. I'll probably save it for later this week.
