High Rollers Part Deux
Jul. 13th, 2006 11:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
transomwhiplassSo Heidi and I had another "High Roller" night and a PBS "House" marathon.
Today was "1940s House." It was not very satisfying and we both kind of almost fell asleep whilst watching it. Lame because it was only 3 hours compared to the other two we watched ("Manor House" and "Regency House Party") at 6 hours each.
Afterwards we went out and ate Cafe Lucky Noodle french fries... and soup and/or spring rolls. Urgh. So much for busting my ass on the EFX today and the day before.. and the day before. Seriously, we've been being so exercise-wise for the last two weeks but we keep doing these marathons with outrageous food each time. Or we go to the Country Fair.
The hilarity is pretty much never ending. These shows are educational, inspirational, and entertaining. For instance:
- Heidi plans on have a fan-shaped "love maze" at her Regency wedding
- Appreciate is actually pronounced "a-prisssssy-ate"
- All it takes to be Mr. Darcy alla Colin Firth is a sexy white high collered shirt, but more.. a walk you can learn by sticking your chest out and bounding across flat terrain. Manor grounds optional but suggested.
- Today we make fun of our bad eating but Edwardian diets were so incredibly fatty and meat-laden, that everyone was constipated and malnourished. (not like you would want to use a chamber pot and navigate a gigantic dress to do such a deed)
- People in the 1940s ate like 3000 calories per day
- I will be hosting a "Cheeky Lemonade Party" at the next opportunity
- You find out fun names and get inspiration for... ::drumroll::..
My Scooter.
Yes, my friends. I've had the scooter for nearly a year. I'd say it's time to christen the thing properly. The name will blow your face off. It's better than Pandora Fauntleroy the First (or I).. I know you don't think that's possible. The suspence is killing you to behold tha amazingness of:
The Countess Zebadee Edgar the Third
I think. I hope I'm remembering that right. We had a great short for but I don't remember it at all. It was like "thee-Zebee-E-dee" or something.
Yes, the integral article is necessary. Mostly because everything that is cool has an integral article and the fact that I found out Joshua Bell (this violinist my teachers always flipped their shit about when I was playing) plays a 1718 Stradivarius named.. "The Gibson." Most of the name is inspired by snippets from the House series and tributes to our favorite characters. Zebadee Helm was the "hermit" in regency house. No shit, masters would hire a hermit to live on their property. The obligations: "to drink with the master once a week" and "jump out of bushes to scare the ladies." Unfortunately, Zebadee was a Eugene-style hottie who donned a cloak in the end. Mr. (Hugh) Edgar was the butler in Manor House. Normally an architect, he was the sweetest most stoic gentleman. However, when everyone was away.. the man would tear up with joy, sadness, or pride on a dime.
Anyway, enough ramble and babble. Tomorrow is Friday which means a test.. balls. However, it also means the end of another week. Lovely.
Today was "1940s House." It was not very satisfying and we both kind of almost fell asleep whilst watching it. Lame because it was only 3 hours compared to the other two we watched ("Manor House" and "Regency House Party") at 6 hours each.
Afterwards we went out and ate Cafe Lucky Noodle french fries... and soup and/or spring rolls. Urgh. So much for busting my ass on the EFX today and the day before.. and the day before. Seriously, we've been being so exercise-wise for the last two weeks but we keep doing these marathons with outrageous food each time. Or we go to the Country Fair.
The hilarity is pretty much never ending. These shows are educational, inspirational, and entertaining. For instance:
- Heidi plans on have a fan-shaped "love maze" at her Regency wedding
- Appreciate is actually pronounced "a-prisssssy-ate"
- All it takes to be Mr. Darcy alla Colin Firth is a sexy white high collered shirt, but more.. a walk you can learn by sticking your chest out and bounding across flat terrain. Manor grounds optional but suggested.
- Today we make fun of our bad eating but Edwardian diets were so incredibly fatty and meat-laden, that everyone was constipated and malnourished. (not like you would want to use a chamber pot and navigate a gigantic dress to do such a deed)
- People in the 1940s ate like 3000 calories per day
- I will be hosting a "Cheeky Lemonade Party" at the next opportunity
- You find out fun names and get inspiration for... ::drumroll::..
My Scooter.
Yes, my friends. I've had the scooter for nearly a year. I'd say it's time to christen the thing properly. The name will blow your face off. It's better than Pandora Fauntleroy the First (or I).. I know you don't think that's possible. The suspence is killing you to behold tha amazingness of:
The Countess Zebadee Edgar the Third
I think. I hope I'm remembering that right. We had a great short for but I don't remember it at all. It was like "thee-Zebee-E-dee" or something.
Yes, the integral article is necessary. Mostly because everything that is cool has an integral article and the fact that I found out Joshua Bell (this violinist my teachers always flipped their shit about when I was playing) plays a 1718 Stradivarius named.. "The Gibson." Most of the name is inspired by snippets from the House series and tributes to our favorite characters. Zebadee Helm was the "hermit" in regency house. No shit, masters would hire a hermit to live on their property. The obligations: "to drink with the master once a week" and "jump out of bushes to scare the ladies." Unfortunately, Zebadee was a Eugene-style hottie who donned a cloak in the end. Mr. (Hugh) Edgar was the butler in Manor House. Normally an architect, he was the sweetest most stoic gentleman. However, when everyone was away.. the man would tear up with joy, sadness, or pride on a dime.
Anyway, enough ramble and babble. Tomorrow is Friday which means a test.. balls. However, it also means the end of another week. Lovely.
