Go Bears
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I derived much amusement today from the fact that "Go Bears!" became an acceptable and appropriate response to any greeting or polite query, regardless of situation or medium. Run into a coworker in the elevator lobby first thing in the morning before the coffee has kicked in and can't think of anything to say? "Go Bears!" The checkout guy at the Au Bon Pain is being overly effusive and it's getting under your skin because you're sweating through about seventeen layers of winter clothing and are also stupid and lightheaded from hunger? "Go Bears!" The normal chit-chatty e-mails to and from vendors in other cities go flying through the series of tubes and common courtesy requires you to share a few words about your weekend? "Go Bears!" It's easy, efficient, all purpose. I wonder how long I can get away with using it.
"Indie rock book nerd tv junkie explosion!"
Colin Meloy gives it up for Tom Stoppard (via).
In the middle of a particularly hysterical recent bout of PMS, "I fell into a burning ring of ice cream" made me laugh so hard I started sobbing.
And, because I'm feeling multimedia, I give you the best scenes from The Wicker Man (thanks, Dono) and probably my favorite recurring characters on SNL in recent memory, Two A-Holes at an Adoption Agency.
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On the same note as "go Bears," I was walking the dog on Sunday, late afternoon/early evening when I learned that the Bears were going to the Superbowl. How did I learn? A guy rode by very slowly on his bike and as he passed me said, almost to himself, "Superbowl, baby." It was one of those quiet winter dusks; if there had been any traffic or anything, I wouldn't have heard him. As it happened, I said back, almost to myself, "yeah."
Oh, the Chicago Brown Line stop. (Sigh)
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