I'm a lasagna boy!

A toast.

While eating rice and beans at Justin's a few weeks ago, he suggested drinking some 2-for-$1 pounders of Night Flight (cheaper even than Night Train) and watching South Park in French (superbly well-done, especially the songs).

That got me started on a South Park kick (that, plus everyone at work started naming servers after the show's characters). Butters stutters. Heh.
But mostly it's details like Cartman singing Sheena Easton while pedalling his big wheel round a mountain pass.

I like the show: it's funny, absurb, and brutally crass. But most of all, it's animated and has lots of physical comedy. Between the thrice-weekly reruns on Comedy Central and the early-morning Looney Tunes theme shows, I'm certainly getting a good fix of animated mayhem.

Today, another weekend spent as a shut-in, I took occasional scotch-on-the-stoop breaks and two cartoon breaks (one for SP, one for LT).