In happier news, I got home today to find a belated birthday gift from my friend
Mark in Toronto
The thing about mail from Canada is it always looks so exotic because of those crazy Quebecois insist on everything being in French. I hurriedly tore into the wrapping paper and cried out in (honest to God) glee:
Of course, I don't have a DVD player, but still!
It's very exciting.
I remember when I first met Mark, years ago. We were walking through the French quarter and he commented
"you're like the Gay male Mary Tyler Moore"
I was floored.
It was uncanny, because that's exactly a running joke I'd made about myself too.
(with (we agreed) more than a good dash of Rhoda Morgenstern.)
Mary and I were (well, then at least) both young naive singles....going on lots of dates...but never quite putting out.
As time has gone on, I think I've become more Rhoda-like than Mary like, but I guess that's inevitable, isn't it?
Now, what I want to know, is why can't one find Rhoda on DVD? (What kind of evil shiksa conspiracy is going on out there?)
I'd even buy a machine for that, I think.
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