"Diamonds- she'll pretty much have to."
Jayne ,'Serenity'
Spike's Bitches 21 Gunn Salute
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Or, alternately, "Diamonds- Now she CAN'T cheat."
Oy - blech. So, should I even bother with the half time show?
"Diamonds- she'll pretty much have to."
Heh. Heh heh heh. I love Family Guy.
I'm creeped by all the "heh, heh, buy a good present and get sex" ads.
Ah, valentine's day.
I saw a particularly annoying ad for Vermont Teddy Bear co narrated by Adam Corrola. The whole "present=sex" thing was more text than subtext.
ION, I would like it if people did not comment upon my lunch. Shut up and eat your own damn lunch.
billytea! Big article on avian intelligence. Conclusion? Crows may be smarter than chimps.
I would like it if people did not comment upon my lunch.
Ewwwwwww! You're eating THAT??? Nasssssst-eeeeee!
Ever since Darwin, traditional brain researchers have assumed that brain evolution proceeded in step-wise fashion -- "progressive and unilinear," as Jarvis puts it -- from fish, to amphibians, to reptiles, to birds, to primates like monkeys and chimpanzees, and finally to humans.
Has that really been solidly in force until now? Is the memory I have of investigating whale intelligence either Omni-level science, or wishful thinking?
The nasty word "birdbrain," in the group's thinking, is an arrogant, human-coined insult to an avian race
Human-coined? Who'da thunk it?
it was all the same to them when they looked at an upside-down copy of Picasso's work
That's a very human-like intelligence right there. Could even Picasso tell?
Ewwwwwww! You're eating THAT??? Nasssssst-eeeeee!
It's more like, what's that smell? what is that? Did you make it yourself? Wow, there's a HUGE box of leftovers in the fridge. Wow, that sure is big. ANd I smell cumin. What is that again? How did you make it?
urg.
Noooooooooooooooooooo!
My new apartment is on a different phone-switchy-hub-thingy than my old apartment. I have to change my phone number. Damnit.
(Sorry to me all mememe lately, btw. I have no room in my brain for anything but apartment/moving thoughts.)