It's raining as I write this, a Thursday night.
I think one of the neighbors is building an ark.
Yup, raining pretty hard.
I was going to write about the books I'm reading right now. No, the one in the lead in picture is not one of them. I read that one, oh I dunno, five years ago?
I've read up through the fifth book in that series, watched all the seasons on either BluRay or on HBO.
Yeah, I'm a fan.
But while doing the research which is behind all of the fine posts here at Chant du Départ...
No, really. We do research and everything, we're like really, really thorough and accurate and...
Okay, Juvat and Tuna are that way. I'm the one who will occasionally get lazy and be like your favorite gym teacher in high school who has to fill in for the social studies guy from time to time. (Easy ladies, they were both guys in my school. The ladies all kind of gravitated towards math, or physics. Seriously. My senior year physics teacher had all those odorless, colorless, monatomic gases with very low chemical reactivity in the periodic table named after her.)
So, where was I? Oh yes, research.
While doing research for a post (which turned out not to be this post, but maybe Saturday's post, I don't know yet) I came across some of those Bad Lip Reading NFL videos on the Tube o' You. I was going to
I'll let you guess which one.
When it's over, report to your home rooms.
Why yes, I have no shame. Why do you ask?