Palm Springs, La Jolla
Ooh, good ideas. Maybe if I can't entice Cass to Vegas, I can go down there to the Wild animal park.
I don't think driving to Catalina would work well, Alibelle.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Palm Springs, La Jolla
Ooh, good ideas. Maybe if I can't entice Cass to Vegas, I can go down there to the Wild animal park.
I don't think driving to Catalina would work well, Alibelle.
Lee, if not Vegas, than Tahoe! snow AND gambling.
Palm Springs if I wanted to make fun of the amazingly desert preserved old people. Though I almost never want to go to Palm Springs. OH! Lori says Palm Springs, then take the tram and go up to the snow.
Bahamians totally stole our pants.
do you want them back?
seriously, the evite joke KILLED ME. As did the warm fuzzy.
Hey. Threepeat:
They have all new code names. I am sad. I'll miss boyscout.
snow
the snow
Kat keeps saying the s word. Does she not know that the s word=the cold.
ita, it seems like you are feeling better, yes?
I like snow. And right now, snow and sunny, yummy.
Or, go to wine country. So much fun.
do you want them back?
No! They're all icky now.
Right -- not only was it reggae, Jamaican accents, I forgot the random rasta.
From Salon:
Some of the show's best moments, funny in a way that at first makes you gasp with shock, are when Jack resorts to violence to protect Sydney. Garber has worked primarily on the stage and intermittently in movies. (He was the only believable character in "Titanic.") Jack Bristow is the best role he has ever had. There's no actor on TV (and few in the movies right now) who can match Garber's particular brand of wit. Deadpan doesn't begin to capture it. Subterranean is closer to the mark. His performance is so quietly tempered that he makes you feel as if you should incline close to hear him -- which is just what Jack Bristow wants to do to put you within his claws' reaches. You never catch Garber winking to the audience. You just feel his comfort indulging in the darkest sort of humor -- and the fiercest kind of portrayal of parental love, one utterly lacking in sentiment.
it seems like you are feeling better, yes?
From the neck thing? Oh, yes. I'm still headachey, but it's not migraine, and lo I can do jumping jacks again. I won't. But I could.
Okay, due to stupid cable issues, I have to disconnect my internet and plug TiVo back into the wild world.
I have only minutes left on the internet. What to do, what to do?
yes. I agree with most of that. But it's lacking in sentiment but it's also creepily controlled on this side of rage.
right. Rasta.