"Happiness" is the name of the horse. An obstinate fellow, with his own private schedule of when he is likely to go or stop or accept food or show affection/disinterest. It was tempting to call his name ironic, but upon further consideration it seemed rather fitting.
Gentleman Jack shelled out some serious change to join an equestrian club. And now his ass hurts. An unfair exchange in hindsight (there is a loose pun in there somewhere) but it was restlessness which prodded the decision, and there shall be no regrets. It will return large dividends in the long run, no doubt.
In other news, Tommy Lee Jones has an EXCELLENT commercial running in Japan wherein he seems to be running late for work, downs a can of Boss(TM) Coffee Drink, and steam starts shooting from his ears as he makes his way down the street. Did I say excellent? I meant the most brilliant ad ever.
The campaign also includes ads plastered on vending machines, which are stationed everywhere in Japan, imagine the frequency of fire-hydrants and traffic lights and you've almost got it. The familiar visage is a brusk reminder of home--and of Twin Sisters', waiting tables, demotions, the 0-niner clientele. (cuss!) (spit!)
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haha. I was thinking of him acting like an asshole at The Liberty Bar!
It sounds like my aesthetic is a japanese one. Damn it!!
Then, Kevin, you should come to the land of the sun [sic rising] to make...
Japanese "Life Support"? Only this time not only does everyone hate you, you can't understand the insults they fling at you.
I've now become obsessed with the TLJ Boss commercials. Evidently, there is a whole series of them : http://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=alien+jones+boss&search_type=
He's an alien, if what I've uncovered is correct.
Also, I was watching Regency House Party this weekend and everyone was riding horses (since they were living as if they were in 1815) and I said to Tina, "I really want to go horseback riding." But you went, and I didn't, and I'm jealous.
It is good to have the Gentleman back. But that is not the Grinning Guy.
It's the same smirk I always do when someone says "smile" and I haven't been drinking. Is there only one photo that counts as the "grinning guy?" If so, it will be difficult to give him adventures. I don't have the patience to photoshop him into things.
It is usually reckless, or disingenuous, to suggest that A is equal to B. Of course there is only one Grinning Guy (the failure to capitalize is damning evidence).
As to "difficulties" and "patience" and "photoshopping" and whatever else you may come up with: Grinning Guy is not trifle, object, diversion (a funny picture); Grinning Guy is Window and Room, Everyman revealed.
Apropos of nothing: What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
Nice gloves.
The trained eye catches all.
I make a toast: let's all chatter here until such time as The Gentleman has a new adventure.
A Neyerism for you: "What you do is insignificant, but it is very important that you do it."
So, how about an update?
Your Neyerism is somewhere akin to your favorite "wash the bowl" proverb/parable. I'm not sure where the intersection occurs, but I am certain it is there.
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