Munchies at work

Ironically, there was a conversation at work this evening about equating some actors, singers, bands, and movies with an edible metaphor. Par example, Fergie was decided to be Taco Bell drive-through fare. Bob Marley is munchies in general. Steve Vai is imported jerky. Julianne Moore somehow now bears the moniker of small, medium-rare steak.

Ironic, because I now find myself at this conclusion after dinner this evening. Mom and I are going through season 2 of Boston Legal.

God, I could just eat Alan Shore. I really, really could.

He could talk, and I could eat him up, lick by nibble by fastidious inch after inch. Or vice versa. Hell, give me both.

Alan Shore is one of those incredibly impossible-to-pronounce and insane-to-afford dessert dishes that, when finally attained and tasted, really consists of delectably simple ingredients like chocolate and ice cream and syrup, only served in such a way that makes you want to lick your spoon in such a naughty way for enjoying the indulgence so. And you could eat it every night for the rest of your life, maybe even share.

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In other news, I need to start making a to-do list. This list will, though, be lacking in actions considerd beneficial, and be more a list of movies to slowly track down and buy, as I walk past them every day I enter my place of work and really don't want to forget them all. I don't have enough money to impulse-buy nearly as much as I want to (movies and cds, anyhow... books are still a problem).

As a start... To-Do:

- A Guide to Recognizing Your Saints
- Hellboy: Director's Cut
- A Dog's Breakfast
- Gargoyles
- Beauty & the Beast (complete series)
- Boston Legal (season 3)
- The Full Monty
- Leon the Professional
- The Fifth Element
- Monty Python (Life of Brian and the Holy Grail)

and I've already lost steam. I should update this freaking thing daily.

And good night.