Category Archives: Total-Take-Backs

Arrow #504 “Penenace” Review

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I have never written a review, but last night’s episode #504 of Arrow, titled “Penance”, inspired me. So here you go, my takeaway from last night’s ep…

Curtis – I’m weak AF. Watch me take a licking and keep on— getting licked …again. And again. And again. And again (and again) because clearly the writers no longer want me to be liked.

Wild Dog – I’m a trouble making jackass that continues to pitch petulant fits and ignore anything anyone tells me EVER. ALSO, I’m a complete misogynistic ass hat because clearly the writers don’t want me to be liked.

Artemis – I’m just hanging around, you know, not really contributing but not really disrupting the status quo, either, because clearly the writers needed another female on the team but are waiting to put any effort into my character or storyline till later in the season. THEN, maybe, I can be liked.

Rory – I’m here to be sad and make angsty art, yet the writers clearly wanted me to be liked by giving me the backstory, groundwork, and sensitivity to be accepted by a discerning audience that knows better within the first three episodes of the season.

Thea – Um… I’m not really concerned with saving the city or helping out in Oliver’s absence because that would have been in character, obvs. Clearly the writers want EVERYONE IN THE FANDOM to hate me now, not just the majority of them.

Lance – I’m completely irrelevant at this point, just like they’ve made me for the last season and a half. Clearly the writers have no plan for me and no longer want me to be liked.

Felicity – I’m just happy to be here at this point, you know, in the background, condescended to like a four-year-old…OH! OH! OH! AND like four years of character development never happened! The writers clearly don’t want me to be liked anymore.

Oliver – I’m … something else. Clearly the writers don’t know what that is right now, but believe I’ll be liked nonetheless. (I think they might be wrong)

Lyla – I’m like “Who dis bitch, Oliver? She better step-off like now!” (insert evil laugh) AH HA! Actually, I’m not Lyla at all BITCHES! I’m a feeling-less cyborg that LOOKS like Lyla here to destroy any semblance of a relationship Lyla had with Felicity because clearly the writers no longer want Lyla or Felicity to be in character or liked.

Dig – I’m just here to insert an inside joke from season one. Clearly the writers thought that was enough for me to still be liked.

And there you have it. Last night’s episode in the nutshell.

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Clifford Goes Out Of Town

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Clifford Goes Out Of Town:

the seven stages of emotion as depicted by Tom Cruise. 

Stage 1

Stage 1

Stage 2

Stage 2

Stage 3

Stage 3

Stage 4

Stage 4

Stage 5

Stage 5

Stage 6

Stage 6

Stage 7

Stage 7

Thank you for the flawless accuracy, Tom Cruise.

 

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Summer Colds

Sick

Summer colds are the worst because they sneak up on you like the ultimate ninja. You don’t see it coming. It’s silent and deadly. It anticipates all counter-moves and keeps you incapacitated till its mission is complete, leaving you as a ball of lifeless nonsensical jell-o left to wallow in idleness and unproductivity. Being sick sucks.

That's me. Today. (http://giphy.com/search/sick-day)

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The Martian

Science

Clifford and I watched The Martian Saturday night. We hadn’t had a date night in forever because of, well, life. So it was great, but for the record, I don’t think he’ll be watching a sci-fi flick with me again anytime soon. Continue reading

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Lib Goes To The Library – Part 2

 

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A continuation of  Lib Goes To The Library

 

I had to renew the book.

 

 

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Total-Take-Back: New Car Smell

Last week I opened my car door to run a quick errand and this happened.

It was attacking me. And it wasn't pretty.

It was disgusting. 

Clifford walked over, took a whiff and had the same reaction as me.

That level of discust that turns your stomach, allowing you to revisit your lunch.

That level of disgust that turns your stomach, allowing you to revisit your lunch. Multiple times.

“What the hell is in there?” – Cliff

“Nothing! There’s nothing in here! I don’t understand…” – Me (trying not to hurl)

“Are you sure it’s not a french fry or something under the seat?” – Cliff

“A french fry?” – Me

Really? A french fry?

 A french fry?

“No. It’s not a french fry because I don’t eat in my car.” – Me

“Well there’s got to be something in there.” – Cliff

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“…” – Me

But before I could actually address Captain Obvious, he found the source of the offensive smell. I’d accidentally left a grocery bag on the back seat. Raw chicken and hamburger. For two days…

Yep.

Yep.

Never again.

 

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A 45 Year Anniversary

I’m a few weeks late, but since yesterday was Valentine’s, might as well post it now… a HUGE shout out to my mom and dad.

Happy 45th Wedding Anniversary!!!

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Dazzling Diana and Dapper Dave – I’d say here’s to 45 more, but let’s be honest, the folks aren’t exactly Duncan MacLeod. BUT, here is to many many more beautiful and wonderful memories and anniversaries to come!

Without your union, I wouldn’t be here today.

And glad I happened. The goats are glad, too.

And boy I’m glad I happened. The goats are glad, too.

I seriously can’t thank you enough for everything through the years. Words are not enough. Pretty sure I have four other siblings that feel the same way. Love you both SO MUCH! Happy Anniversary!

 

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My Fantasy Football Logo

That’s right. I am joining a Fantasy Football League. I will be the Rendezvous (as in “with destiny”) Reaganites. Details to come …

(all credit to http://gifsgallery.com/ronald+reagan+gif)

(all credit to http://gifsgallery.com/ronald+reagan+gif)

 

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Total-Take-Back: Frankie’s Parking Brake

I’m not sure if I really consider this a take-back. More like a probably-shouldn’t-have-done-it kind of moment? It was Christmas break and I was visiting a friend in Boston. I’d flown out for the New Year and then he and I were going to drive from Boston to Chicago and then back down to Savannah for the new semester of school.

Anyone who knows me knows I am all about road trips. I will drive pretty much anywhere given the choice. I don’t mind flying, it’s a control thing. I like having control. That combined with security lines, airport hassles, delays, tarmac waiting, and crying babies in an oxygen deprived confined space makes driving my preferred method of travel, if time allows.

So there we were, Frankie and I, driving cross-country from the North East Coast to the Midwest in the dead of winter. The plan was to take turns driving. Not a problem for yours truly, used to trekking long distances via four door sedans. Although I can’t remember if Frankie’s car was a four door sedan. It was a Kia. Like a 2000 Kia. Did they make four door Kia’s back then? Oh, and it was the size of a matchbox. Regardless it was Frankie’s precious vehicle and likely most prized possession next to his Macintosh computer.

We’d taken off in the evening, planning to drive overnight and miss most of the daytime traffic. It was my turn once we hit New York State. Somewhere near Buffalo, a solid 300 miles of me behind the wheel, is when I realized the parking brake was on. Frankie was fast asleep on the passenger’s side. It was like 2 in the morning. So I did what any person realizing they’re driving with the parking brake on at speeds upwards of 80mph does – I nonchalantly released it. And totally swore to NEVER do it again.  And I didn’t. Till after the rest stop in Pennsylvania… oops.

In my defense, who uses a parking brake to actually park? Especially on a solid flat surface? I never told him what I did. Not really sure he had any parking brake left after I had at it. Probably should have told him …The lesson should be don’t let me drive your car, but really I think we all know it’s never to use your parking brake unless you’re in San Francisco.

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Clifford & Libby Attend A BBQ

Clifford and I were invited to a BBQ this past weekend. Our standard go-to, well, rather Clifford’s standard go-to, when invited to a social gathering of any kind is “no”. So it is usually up to me to determine the two or three things we will actually attend as a couple throughout the year. I can’t get him to commit to more than that. Of course this year, there will be a fourth because of the whole “dinner with the neighbors/new friends” incident several months back. He owes me for that one.

Back to the BBQ – generally I fly solo but this invite came from a former coworker of Cliff’s. He’s rejected every offer to dine at their house for probably two years. They’d had a third kid for crying out loud since the last time we were there (and that’s at least 9 months and some change in the making). It was time to show up. Continue reading

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