I am Hank Azaria

It appears that every time one of you does this sit-com thingy and I get a mention, I am played by Hank Azaria.



This is the man who is the voice of Chief Wiggum amongst others in The Simpsons. And he was the Blue Rajah in Mystery Men

It could be worse, I suppose. At least he gets to sleep with Helen Hunt.

I am Hank Azaria

It appears that every time one of you does this sit-com thingy and I get a mention, I am played by Hank Azaria.



This is the man who is the voice of Chief Wiggum amongst others in The Simpsons. And he was the Blue Rajah in Mystery Men

It could be worse, I suppose. At least he gets to sleep with Helen Hunt.

Sardines

What is it about sardines?

Last night, I spent the evening chez romney. We watched the latest Stargate SG-1 episode downloaded from the web, then a couple of episodes from my season 4 collection DVDs arrived that morning. During this visual treat, we scoffed grilled sardines and a rather toothsome salad with olive bread.

Most enjoyable it all was, too.

But sardines. Persistent buggers, aren't they?

This morning, a full 12 hours later, no matter how many times I brushed my teeth and gargled domestos, I could still taste them.

And even unto lunchtime, some 16-18 hours after consumption, there they were at my beck and call should I desire to recall the taste. Strong mints were called for and then only just equal to the task.

There's something odd about sardines.

In other news, I have purchased unheard and on account of the name, Death in Vegas' album, The Contino Sessions indeed I am listening to it at this moment. And what a fabulous purchase it is - there's something of the Talking Heads meets Soft Machine from their Land of Cockayne period to it.

Kings of Leon coming up soon. No idea what to expect from them, but they look hairy enough to be rockers.

Sardines, eh?

Tasty but odd.

Sardines

What is it about sardines?

Last night, I spent the evening chez romney. We watched the latest Stargate SG-1 episode downloaded from the web, then a couple of episodes from my season 4 collection DVDs arrived that morning. During this visual treat, we scoffed grilled sardines and a rather toothsome salad with olive bread.

Most enjoyable it all was, too.

But sardines. Persistent buggers, aren't they?

This morning, a full 12 hours later, no matter how many times I brushed my teeth and gargled domestos, I could still taste them.

And even unto lunchtime, some 16-18 hours after consumption, there they were at my beck and call should I desire to recall the taste. Strong mints were called for and then only just equal to the task.

There's something odd about sardines.

In other news, I have purchased unheard and on account of the name, Death in Vegas' album, The Contino Sessions indeed I am listening to it at this moment. And what a fabulous purchase it is - there's something of the Talking Heads meets Soft Machine from their Land of Cockayne period to it.

Kings of Leon coming up soon. No idea what to expect from them, but they look hairy enough to be rockers.

Sardines, eh?

Tasty but odd.