Inky was keeping Strudel company on the couch. She obviously wasn’t feeling well from her flu shot yesterday. I half-listened as she jabbered on.
“Inky and I are alike,” she said.
“Oh really?” I replied. I can do three-year-old jabber in my sleep. Throw in some “you don’t says” and some “I did not know thats” and you’re good to go.
“We are the same because Inky is a mammal and I am a mammal.”
Wait, wut?
“How do you know Inky is a mammal?” I said.
“Because she is, Mom!”
“Who told you about mammals?”
“Inky did,” she said.
Of course.
In Other News
Because I like me some November hibernation, I like to stay home on Fridays and watch new television that I have acquired through non-pernicious means. My big stockpile of How I Met Your Mother, Life on Mars, Dexter, and Top Chef have all gotten eated for the time being by Hester Prynne. Looks like tonight I am going to be watching Doogie Howser, MD.
Thanks to Pootie Tang and Dr. Horrible I have been on a huge NPH jag. I realized this afternoon why I never watched Doogie Howser when I was a kid: NPH is blonde, and blondes are invisible to me. This also explains why my childhood BFF adored ‘ol Doogie and what’s-his-bucket from Silver Spoons. She loved blondes. But I am enjoying the hell out of it in that classique 90210 way. So wrong, and yet so right.
I have a serious crush on NPH. The kind where I’d just like to sit next to him and make puppy faces. In fact, when I discovered him in Harold & Kumar, I almost decided that was my all-time, bestest-ever, totally favourite movie of foreverness.
But then I remembered that my all-time, bestest ever, totally favourite movie of foreverness is Bad Santa. Because there is just nothing about that movie that doesn’t make me laugh.
In fact, just typing the name “Bad Santa” makes me grin.
Are you glad I live as far away as I do? Because you should be.
ZOMG!!! Strudel fixx !!!!!
NPH being teh gaii is a major loss to the estrogen contingent.
I am okay with it. I could see just having lunch with him.
Shit! NPH is gay? I always thought he was pretty and delicate in a prepubescent doctor sort of way. I have to admit I had dirty thoughts about him. Do you remember the show Our House with Wilfred Brimley? Well, I had a crush on Chad Allen, which was the teenage boy of the stupid show. I sent him a FAN LETTER (hork) and he sent me an autographed picture. I think my oldest brother sold it for some kind of illegal substance. I never saw it again.
I needed Inky during my Statistics final. And you can b& me for writing this next bit. Imaginary friend with all the answrs? Yes, please!
Oh Chad Lowe! Another invisible one. The only blondes I’ve ever liked were a high school cheerleader and the blonde one for Bananarama.
OMG. I drunk commented you last night!
It happens.
Oh, Chad Lowe! I have to correct you, Lori. He was totally a hottie on Life Goes On, not Our House. Our House had the hateful Shannon Dougherty and cranky Wilford Brimley. Life Goes On was with the HIV forbidness that Jesse (Chad Lowe) and Becca (Kelley Martin) were angsting through. Then they just cancelled the series without any kind of proper ending. Bitter, yes, I am.
Also, blondes? Invisible? I think not! I always noticed each and every kind of golden blonde god I ever saw…and then I married two brunettes, go figure.
Chad Lowe was another one, but Chad Allen is unfortunately the correct guy. I’m quite embarrased to say. He also was on Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman, well, that’s what Wikipedia says. I never watched the show. Wikipedia also says he was “outed” in 1996, so I guess he’s more like NPH than I thought, not that there is anything wrong with that.
I wish they’d put Clara’s Heart on dvd. That was one of my favorite NPH moments. lulz