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scrambled begs
01/18/2006 = 11:13 AM

The time of the voting has arrived past.

Here is where I beg shamelessly for your approbation thank all of you for your patience and your support in my time of greed.

Click here to go to the Everyday Hogwash website and vote for my Electric Snide blog entry of January 13th as Hogwash of the Week. Voting for my Electric Snide blog entry of January 13th as Hogwash of the Week is open from now through the 20th now closed.

If you missed the original entry, you can read it here or here.

Another beg, 'cos please, have I not already been beggy enough?

If you are crying "Down with love!" this Valentine season —

(hey, are we allowed to celebrate Valentine's Day this year, or are we declaring war on it? I mean, St. Valentine, St. Nicholas ...)

— and you need a little somethin'-somethin' to proclaim your contempt for all things romantic, why not head over to my Cafepress store?

Mixed in amongst the beer paraphernalia, you will find some sweetly sarcastic anti-Valentine swag that, while not guaranteed to make someone cute come up to you and say, "I like your [shirt, coffee cup, etc.]," might at least get them to look and, possibly, say, "Huh."

And who knows where that might lead?

I'm just saying.

And now ... a break from the heavy begwork.

From the Musing on Movies site:

Bring a Hanky!

"There's no crying in baseball!"
~~A League of Their Own

Do you cry at movies? Do you cry when you see them a second time (or third, or fourth....)? What are your favorite tear-jerkers?

A League of Their Own is the perfect example, as a matter of fact, because even though Tom Hanks insists that there is no crying in baseball, I've seen the film a million times, enough so that, if I'm channel-surfing and all I see is the camera panning past the yellow house (before any identifying credits are even shown), I immediately recall the moment when Betty Spaghetti gets the telegram that George has been killed overseas and WAAAAAHHH.

So that answers the first two questions right there.

My favorite tearjerkers, besides A League of Their Own ...

1. Casablanca. It's clichéd to love Casablanca, but clichés don't happen if they're not true to begin with.
2. The Green Mile. Michael Clarke Duncan whispering, "Please, boss, don't put me in the dark ..." hell, I'm welling up just remembering it.
3. It's a Wonderful Life. I have limitations. I only let myself watch it once a year, because I know it'd become hackneyed if I didn't. By restricting myself, I still get to have that really good cry.
4. Alien Resurrection. Actually, that movie was seventeen colors of suck. I just weep thinking about how close Joss Whedon came to ruining any credibility he might have accrued in Hollywood.
5. March of the Penguins. You try watching the daddy penguin staring in horror as the egg slips from his clutches and lands on the ice. If you can do it without feeling a horrible pang in your heart, it's only because you have no heart and are therefore pang-immune.

P.S. I very nearly put up my Amazon wishlist here, under the reasoning that, if I'm going to be a greedy bitch, I might as well not do it halfway. But I decided not to press my luck.

drinking: full throttle energy beverage fizzy-lifting drink
listening to: Beck, Guero
thank you: for voting for me, unless you didn't, and if you didn't, don't tell me. i don't want to know.