It's slushy. I probably could've gone in if I'd been sufficiently determined, but I'da been askeert of Queen Anne Hill, even though we get there via the least steep route.
At least our neighbors haven't left the house. If they'd made the 9:00 service, I'd have felt like I'd already turned into my mother.
Gronk. I am now facing up to the fact that I may be moving as early as March, and I am trying hard to a) not freak out and b) realize that it's perfectly okay to feel like freaking out.
Welcome back, Polter Cow. You were missed.
Saw the Incredibles again today. Still a wonderful film. I'm exhausted though--we went out to a gay club called Heaven last night, and my inner fangirl was all a-squee because they were playing
Smallville
on the screens.
Smallville!
It was awesome.
I guess the one-letter tags will be unexplained in the kind of inside joke which will undoubtedly make flocks of neurotic Buffistas feel Left Out and Excluded.
The tags will be explained. Not meant to be exclusive or even an in-joke...give it a couple of days.
which will undoubtedly make flocks of neurotic Buffistas feel Left Out and Excluded.
Hecubus: the man who doesn't believe in subtext.
I'm betting that the letters in the tags spell something out when placed in a certain order.
Or is it supposed to be a 3-hour show?
My local CBS station lists it as a 2-hour show from 7-9 CST. I guess we're all getting it delayed from SF time.
Cereal:
I asked in "When come back..." but have not received an answer.
Is there some kind soul out there who has HBO who would be willing to tape "Carnivale"? I will pay for tapes and postage in either cash or baked goods.