Top of the B-List
Was dragged last night to see Bridget Jones’s Diary, and actually enjoyed it. I’ve got to give credit to Renee Zellweger, who not only put on 25 pounds, but then paraded around in front of a camera in her underwear, too. It would have been better, though, if they’d been able to cast an actor who didn’t have to gain the weight. Reason? Overheard:
Woman 1: You know, she went from a size 6 to a size 10 to do the movie.
Woman 2: Well, I’m a size 10.
For some unknown reason, the following code on my SxSW pages no longer parses and so had to be removed:
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If you were trying to look at that section and got errors, it’s fixed now. But why would code like that work and then suddenly stop working?
Yes, yes, hire us generalists!! I’m piggybacking on Anil again, but he’s piggybacking on Peter.
Ok, time for another Embarrassing Music Post™. I want to know what was on the turntable (or CD player for you young’uns) at your teenage house parties. Being an old man, my parties straddled the late 70’s/early 80’s divide, but most of my party friends were a little more backward looking than I was. While I was the punk/new wave guy, this is what I had to endure. No wonder I drank myself into a stupor:
The best I could do was slip The Cars on now and then, after everyone had nodded off. How about you?