Cool palm trees.
I have no pie. I do, however, have a chocolate pudding cake in the oven.
Angel's lame. His hair goes straight up, and he's bloody stupid!
Buffybot ,'Dirty Girls'
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.
ChiKat - Jan 23, 2005 3:18:51 pm PST #9747 of 10002
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
sarameg - Jan 23, 2005 3:32:11 pm PST #9748 of 10002
Oooh, die cuts! The Teachers' Center in LC (funded partially by the school system & the teachers' unions, it has all sorts of resources for teachers, including displays and toys and "kits" for curricula like geography or places or science, FOR FREE!) had a massive die cut set.
I'd play for hours on them when mom went there to work. For her classroom, of course. t /guilt
It was so fucking cool. Hundreds and hundred and maybe even a thousand different cuts. Awesome.
DavidS - Jan 23, 2005 3:32:15 pm PST #9749 of 10002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Eve: So beautiful and also amusing!
Pie: We just ate Boboli Pizza Pie. I would like a more traditional cherry pie actually. Love cherry pie.
Johnny Carson: I love the little Carson-isms that Jon Stewart tosses in on an almost nightly basis. My junior high (7-9 grades) had a split schedule, and for 7 and 8, I was on the late shift. This meant I went to school at noon (until 5pm), and I got to stay up until 1am watching the Tonight Show. This would be...1973-74. So I watched a lot of classic Johnny Carson in his heydey. Like Jon Stewart (his true heir) he had an incredibly light touch and could milk a laugh out of the slightest wiggle of his eyebrows.
Guess Who I Saw?: Answer Betsy and Consuela at Amoeba Records. Betsy scored The Prisoner, Consuela Stargate (the movie) and Bullwinkle. I showed them my Orgy of The Dead.
You know what's good? Living in a city where you can just run into Betsy and Consuela.
erikaj - Jan 23, 2005 3:44:52 pm PST #9750 of 10002
Always Anti-fascist!
Like "Mmm, that's good----." Score! I thought I remembered that from some place. Feeling smart and hip now. Love this.
Burrell - Jan 23, 2005 3:57:32 pm PST #9751 of 10002
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!
That card is awesome, Kat.
Franny woke from her nap and wanted to wear her cowgirl boots (they are pink and two sizes too big for her). So Daddy insisted that we put the blue jean diaper cover on her. Too cute. I really must take photos this time.
Jesse, I am an utter failure at pie crusts. I should make ita show me how to do it.
Jesse - Jan 23, 2005 4:00:41 pm PST #9752 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I am a believer that pie crust is a combination of practice and temperment. Is that the word? My mother will never be able to not over-work a crust.
I wish I had pie now. Pizza, cherry, pork, whatever. I need to eat some dinner, I guess.
sj - Jan 23, 2005 4:01:19 pm PST #9753 of 10002
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Franny woke from her nap and wanted to wear her cowgirl boots (they are pink and two sizes too big for her). So Daddy insisted that we put the blue jean diaper cover on her. Too cute. I really must take photos this time.
Awww. How old is Franny now?
Burrell - Jan 23, 2005 4:02:16 pm PST #9754 of 10002
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!
Well I have no idea if I have the pie crust temperment or not.
Okay, now I'm getting a little hungry. May need to start thinking about dinner.
Burrell - Jan 23, 2005 4:02:52 pm PST #9755 of 10002
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!
She's 17 months today, sj.
§ ita § - Jan 23, 2005 4:05:25 pm PST #9756 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Franny woke from her nap and wanted to wear her cowgirl boots
I love this. It wasn't that long ago that she couldn't express preference for clothing (if she felt it), not to mention back when she didn't even know they were her feet.
Burrell, my pie crust instinct is sort of vague and hard to articulate. I know what it feels like when it's about to be just the sort of flakey I like. Today wasn't it, but at least it didn't decompose like some of my terrible failures have. It should be fine.
Keep the cold things cold, and don't work it too hard, is the basis.