Don't trust anyone who even knows what a Pinto is, AB, because anything offloaded from a Pinto by definition doesn't belong anywhere except on the bottom of TH's shoe.
And I'd say you just earned yourself the best knock off PC imaginable, the Pewlet Hackard. Saw one in the back of a hatch back Pinto out on route 55 the other day. Didn't give it a second thought until now. . .guy said that if you don't mind the foot pedal it will get you where you're going, mostly.
It isn't a musical is it? I mean...people don't suddenly burst into song and...I don't know, dance about or anything. Because I once sat down to watch a "western" called Oklahoma and I nearly clawed my own weeping eyes out. lain:
I actually like him, but I didn't see that one. He has a deft touch for comedy. Haven't seen his Hercules, but he's one of those fellows who for whatever reason exudes an easy charm. I get the feeling that despite the sort of career that invites narcissism he'd be a pleasant surprise.
Watching the Hercules movie...not the likely god-awful one with the Rock in it, bu the egregiously, odiously fashioned one that preceded it into and quickly out of the theaters. Makes the 300 look like the Godfather. :think: I think I just found my one sentence movie review.
The best stories usually do. I once walked into a cinder block bar wearing a pink button down and chinos, on a dare. Ordered a beer, drank it and walked out. Felt like I'd been swimming, but I won the bet.
Have to be careful with that word around here...did I ever tell you about the time I asked, across a crowded, noisy Southern diner, "Do you serve collards here?"
You just can't be too careful. lain: And thanks again.
Haven't completely forgotten our other bit. Got a little distracted by the peculiar going ons elsewhere...or is it goings on...or goings ons...or should I just be going? Or have I gone and don't know it yet...I have questions.