I’ve never known what this was called. I always called it “bang balls”.
And now, I have discovered, it does have (as most things do) a name! A Newton’s Cradle, it is called. I feel so enlightened.
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I’ve never known what this was called. I always called it “bang balls”.
And now, I have discovered, it does have (as most things do) a name! A Newton’s Cradle, it is called. I feel so enlightened.
I decided to give myself a break from Buffy. I watch it every night – it helps me fall asleep – from Season 1 to 7 and then back again. So, it’s been about 2 months since I’ve watched any and decided to go right into Season 7. Upon watching the episode “Him“, I stumbled upon a revelation!
“Him” aired in America on 5 November 2002. The episode featured The Shins’ “New Slang” and Coldplay’s, “Warning Sign“.
Garden State was reviewed at Sundance on 16 January, 2004 – and interestingly enough, featured “New Slang” in one of its pivotal scenes. Furthermore, Zach Braff’s, Last Kiss (released in 2006) featured “Warning Sign“, whilst Garden State used “Don’t Panic“.
While this may not stand up in a court of law – I think this is pretty concrete evidence that Zach Braff watched Buffy! He truly is – the perfect man.
So, I’ve been thinking about breakup songs and the gross imbalance there is between (for lack of better descriptors) dumper and dumpee songs. Of course, there are a crapload of songs for being dumped. However, for the dumper songs, they are almost always limited to being cheated on, abused, abandoned or neglected. The songs for irreconcilable differences are few and far between.
The start of my long “free to be me” weekend. I’ve needed this time off to unwind and recharge my brain – which is frazzled, drained and dull. I spent a great day with Sim, just shopping and crapping on. Just shopping took me out slightly over 600 bucks – but this included a pair of Denim for Immortality jeans so I think I did pretty ok.
Tomorrow will be: massage, sushi and a little more shopping for essentials (bath stuff and nail polish). And guess what – the day after is only Saturday – we should have 3 day workweeks.
I am so glad I decided to do this for myself – no-one is going to give you mental time off – you have to just grab it for yourself. We’re on our own.
I so want this bicycle. The Abici Granturismo Donna – I have no idea what it costs (over 2K?) but it’s too pretty to be cheap. I can see myself zipping around (yes, in my bicycle fantasy, I zip) with a little wicker basket in the front and Dolce sitting in it, looking like a Roman chihuahua. I may or may not have a scarf around my neck and I am wearing cropped cigarette pants. Bella donna!