Jack Black surrounded by disembodied heads

I borrowed a composition book over the weekend from Jamie’s stash of school supplies, and found this cartoon drawn on the back page. He claims he has no memory of it.

I’m seeing…

1. a bird flapping its way to freedom over a spiked wall
2. a pregnant person next to … a faucet, maybe
3. Jack Black surrounded by some very upset disembodied heads, and
4. let’s talk turkey

We went with Joel and Valerie to the Dallas Symphony Orchestra last weekend, since I scored some free tickets from a vendor at work. They played the music from “The Princess Bride” while showing the movie on the big screen! I still know most of the lines from the movie and may have been reciting them under my breath the entire time. R.O.U.S.’s? I don’t think they exist.

When we first showed this movie to Jamieson, he was probably five or six years old. During the fire swamp scene, when Buttercup had that gigantic sturdy stick in her hands but was doing nothing more than whimpering and uselessly poking at the R.O.U.S. that was trying to kill Wesley, Jamieson incredulously exclaimed, “Buttercup! HELP HIM!”

I had forgotten how astounding Cary Elwes’ physical comedy was during the scenes where he was just-recently-not-dead and couldn’t yet move. The way he flopped his head sent me into fits of giggles.

And you just know it wouldn’t be a week in Katyland without me posting a photo of some clouds. The first one is the back edge of a storm that passed over us in the night, taken at a stoplight on my way to work. And the second photo is the leading edge of another storm coming in, again taken at a stoplight on my way to work.

And finally, I leave you with a vintage recipe for a very manly dish that is seriously stretching the limits of the term “salad”. I am not sure what the “meat and potatoes” man is changing his mind about, though. If it was me, and someone said, “Here, have a salad!” and handed me a ruined wet donut filled with cottage cheese, prunes, and a big ol’ squirt of mayo-fucking-naise, I’d be changing my mind about eating dinner and possibly rethinking that friendship as well.