Wouldn't it have been awful if I'd have driven all the way for that Rockwell exhibit and instead of Normal Rockwell it was that idiot Rockwell, who sang Somebody's Watchin' Me?
I realize that is the worst video ever. The real video made you sit through TWO COMMERCIALS first and I refused to put it up here.
Anyway. Luckily everyone continued to not watch THAT Rockwell and we all looked at Norman Rockwell instead. There were tons of his paintings, including one of my favorites:
After the exhibit, Carpool Queen had to go…carpool, and I had about an hour before I got my roots done.
But oooo! Speaking of capturing a day in someone's life? Which that painting did and, you know, this blog does in agonizingly detailed fashion? Last night Marvin was watching a live stream of a (sit down) documentary that was coming from Sundance. And I watched a little of it with him and it was fascinating. These filmmakers asked people around the word, on July 24 of last year, to film a bit of something from their lives. Then they made a whole film about it.
I thought we could do something similar here! How about this coming Sunday you take a picture of something from your life or something you observed. Email it to me at firstname.lastname@example.org. Tell me your name, blog link, where you are, and what time of day it was. I will put up the pictures in chronological order sometime next week.
Doesn't that sound fun? I mean, more fun than all of you changing your IDs and email addresses to make the colored square next to your comments a different color? In case anyone wondered why I had 994374930 comments yesterday, that is what these bozos were doing yesterday while I was out.
Okay, I have to go watch 86 hours of the Sopranos now. Oh, but in a special aside to the think tank of readers who similarly watched The Real Housewives Reunion last night? What was with Kyle's dress with the wings? Did she drink Red Bull? Also, Lisa is too pretty to only have sex twice a year.
I'm glad we could have this deep talk.