jamie, please. don't talk to it | days eight, nine & ten
Sunday, March 23, 2008 at 6:12 PM
Balding Middle-Age Man on my TV:
This is absolutely revolutionary! Look how it takes the wrinkles right out of the rough denim. Flawlessly fast, efficient, quick--how could you not want one for your home?
Jamie Delaine:
I have no idea. You got me sold.
Brother of Jamie Delaine:
Jamie, please...Don't talk to it.
Hah!! I love infomercials. I don't know what it is but they just MESMERIZE me beyond belief. It's one of my most dearly beloved parts of Spring Break. TV is honestly, crap. Isn't it? There is never anything on. Especially in our condo here. We have about 18 channels. One of which is fuzzy. Two of which are Spanish. We don't have a French channel (it's the States after all, not Canada!) so I can't even watch that. I do that sometimes when I'm desperate. My miserable attempt at Grade 11 French does not serve me very well, but I've always loved how the French language sounds. It's so precise and beautiful, the French channel always keeps me entertained, if not immensely envious of those who can speak it.
The only solution to the lack of adequate TV channels has been infomercials. There are so many great ones out there. My absolute favourite has to be the Magic Bullet. First of all, that name! Need I say more. The two hosts are just hilarious. I cannot stop laughing and I can't stop watching it! I, without a hint of exaggeration or hyperbole, am sure that I have watched the Magic Bullet infomercial twenty-five times or more. Sad, right? It just SUCKS me in! Which is why I need somebody like my brother to remind me of my sad state.
"Jamie, please. Don't talk to it."
Golden.
Regardless of what this blog post has led you to believe, I have also been reading like a maniac. I have finished Three Weeks with my Brother by Nicholas Sparks, The Pilot's Wife by Anita Shreve, The Stone Diaries by Carol Shields, and just today polished off A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith. That last book by Betty Smith is fantastic. I recommend it 100%. It's a story rich with characters and description that make me want to re-read it right now. I know it's a book that I will keep on my shelves for years to come. I'm also 8 pages into Suite Francaise by Irene Nemirovsky.
We have six days left here, and I'm just enjoying every minute! On Wednesday I'm meeting up with some Arizona photographers for lunch, so I'll be sure to blog about that.
This is absolutely revolutionary! Look how it takes the wrinkles right out of the rough denim. Flawlessly fast, efficient, quick--how could you not want one for your home?
Jamie Delaine:
I have no idea. You got me sold.
Brother of Jamie Delaine:
Jamie, please...Don't talk to it.
Hah!! I love infomercials. I don't know what it is but they just MESMERIZE me beyond belief. It's one of my most dearly beloved parts of Spring Break. TV is honestly, crap. Isn't it? There is never anything on. Especially in our condo here. We have about 18 channels. One of which is fuzzy. Two of which are Spanish. We don't have a French channel (it's the States after all, not Canada!) so I can't even watch that. I do that sometimes when I'm desperate. My miserable attempt at Grade 11 French does not serve me very well, but I've always loved how the French language sounds. It's so precise and beautiful, the French channel always keeps me entertained, if not immensely envious of those who can speak it.
The only solution to the lack of adequate TV channels has been infomercials. There are so many great ones out there. My absolute favourite has to be the Magic Bullet. First of all, that name! Need I say more. The two hosts are just hilarious. I cannot stop laughing and I can't stop watching it! I, without a hint of exaggeration or hyperbole, am sure that I have watched the Magic Bullet infomercial twenty-five times or more. Sad, right? It just SUCKS me in! Which is why I need somebody like my brother to remind me of my sad state.
"Jamie, please. Don't talk to it."
Golden.
Regardless of what this blog post has led you to believe, I have also been reading like a maniac. I have finished Three Weeks with my Brother by Nicholas Sparks, The Pilot's Wife by Anita Shreve, The Stone Diaries by Carol Shields, and just today polished off A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith. That last book by Betty Smith is fantastic. I recommend it 100%. It's a story rich with characters and description that make me want to re-read it right now. I know it's a book that I will keep on my shelves for years to come. I'm also 8 pages into Suite Francaise by Irene Nemirovsky.
We have six days left here, and I'm just enjoying every minute! On Wednesday I'm meeting up with some Arizona photographers for lunch, so I'll be sure to blog about that.
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