Ocelots on a Paddleboat

Okay, I took a little Goulash break after a stressful week. I went up to the DFW region to see the fam and the friends, to eat a lot, and to haul doors and sinks aroudn out in the boonies. Luckily for you (I mean humanity in general), I am ready to get back into it.

Over the break, someone asked me if I had seen Snakes on a Plane yet. No, I haven't. I also haven't even mentioned the movie in this space here, which may've been surprising. I'd like to say I was taking the high road on a moronic subject, but my silence was the result of a bitterness that consumed my soul. You see, they stole that movie from me. Well, it wasn't a line for line copy, but several years ago, I did circulate a similar premise. It was "Ocelots on a Paddleboat". It didn't star Sam Jackson either, but Andre the Giant. And while they changed a lot of the particulars, I did write the now-famous line, "We've got to get these mf-in' ocelots off this mf-in' paddleboat!"

Laura bought a duvet cover for our bed, and it makes me feel a little inadequate. Not only was I clueless as to the basic maintenance of a duvet (who knew they needed covers?), but I didn't even know that I owned a duvet. I'm still not sure that thing is what she says it is. I was there when I bought it, and it said bedspread. I have this theory that once you live with a woman, they try to make your old crappy stuff seem nicer through the use of made-up French names. Case in point: the water hose, which she insists on calling the bidet. Okay, that's not true and now I can't remember any other examples. Until tomorrow!