I just had a lovely walk in the snow. Well, "lovely" may be overstating a little, since most of the walk was past car dealerships and stuff, but the weather here is great. I predict it is on its way north -- sunny and not too cold. (For northern winter versions of 'not too cold.')
Oh, God. Oh, God. My hair. My hair! The government gave me bad hair!
Cordelia ,'The Cautionary Tale of Numero Cinco'
Natter 31 But Looks 29
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.
Jesse - Jan 23, 2005 10:25:54 am PST #9695 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Lee - Jan 23, 2005 10:42:13 am PST #9696 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I had pie already today, even though I didn't know it was National Pie day. Of course, it was meat pie (one chorizo, one chicken), and not pie pie, but it was still yummy, and eaten in some of the best company evah.
Plus, no snow, and Alibelle and I drove to the restaurant with the top down, since it was so pretty here.
Topic!Cindy - Jan 23, 2005 11:05:47 am PST #9697 of 10002
What is even happening?
And "YES" to fighting crime. Or, possibly committing some. I'm flexible.I don't see why we have to limit ourselves to one or the other.
Oh, Lessons Learned. Lemme see: (1) Do not let Closet Buffyholic navigate. (2) Do not announce when the Super Sekkrit Invasion is going to happen. (3) Say "eh" more.Shouldn't there be something in there about not letting Closet Buffyholic use the microwave. I mean granted, that wasn't related to your previous invasions of Canada, but I still think it's a lesson worth heeding.
Also, you forgot you've learned that the BBS is DEAD.
Alibelle - Jan 23, 2005 11:19:06 am PST #9698 of 10002
Apart from sports, "my secret favorite thing on earth is ketchup. I will put ketchup on anything. But it has to be Heinz." - my husband, Michael Vartan
eaten in some of the best company evah.
This is very true. Thanks, guys, for being cool! (And by "cool" I mean totally awesome, since it was gorgeous and sunny out, so no one was particularly cold.)
Plus, no snow, and Alibelle and I drove to the restaurant with the top down, since it was so pretty here.
True, also.
Scrappy - Jan 23, 2005 11:38:10 am PST #9699 of 10002
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
VERY fun brunch at Porto's, a Cuban bakery/cafe which I was introduced to by Kat. Words cannot describe how yummy the food is.
Polter-Cow - Jan 23, 2005 11:38:55 am PST #9700 of 10002
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
Words cannot describe how yummy the food is.
How about hand gestures? Try hand gestures, come on.
§ ita § - Jan 23, 2005 11:39:11 am PST #9701 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I had no yummy brunch, but I think I will drown my sorrows in the making of pie.
Lilty Cash - Jan 23, 2005 11:48:11 am PST #9702 of 10002
"You see? THAT's what they want. Love, and a bit with a dog."
I bought a Table Talk pie. In spirit of the day.
Alibelle - Jan 23, 2005 11:50:02 am PST #9703 of 10002
Apart from sports, "my secret favorite thing on earth is ketchup. I will put ketchup on anything. But it has to be Heinz." - my husband, Michael Vartan
Well, my cake wasn't as impressive as it could have been, since I'm pretty sure I saw the exact same one at Starbucks, but whatever. My sandwich(es) were great. As was the company. Even though ita wasn't there. Baby Burrell brought the cute short-hairedness that we would have otherwise been lacking.
quester - Jan 23, 2005 11:51:40 am PST #9704 of 10002
Danger is my middle name, only I spell it R. u. t. h. - Tina Belcher.
Just got back from grocery shopping to find that it is Pie day and I got none and that Johnny Carson is gone.
Which reminds me of one of my favorite Tonight Show moments. He was interviewing a 102 year old woman. he asked her what she ate and she said "Mostly pie", which of course cracked him up.