I'm not sure what you people are talking about with these painted anorexic critters that do drugs.
But I'm pretty sure they are not going to keep me away from the cat crack.
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.
I'm not sure what you people are talking about with these painted anorexic critters that do drugs.
But I'm pretty sure they are not going to keep me away from the cat crack.
I'm not sure what you people are talking about with these painted anorexic critters that do drugs.
Are we still talking about Mischa Barton?
My answer is that she's not getting enough direction, which would be less of an issue on a movie than on a tv show.
Could well be.
Mmm. Cat crack. I should stack some.
confused. I was sure something interesting was happeningbut ...there is all this talk of animals that can't take direction and would rather model themselves after drug users than be a model for Target.
really it is confusing. I think you should all stack cats.
Are we still talking about Mischa Barton?
I think so? I mean, she's wooden and doe-eyed, isn't she?
*whimper* Please don't say the name of the dreaded monster... Nobody staged an intervention for me. LEVEL 15 PEOPLE. I NEED HELP.
So, what, you need cheat codes or something?
So, what, you need cheat codes or something?
There are cheat codes?
*awed*
Alibelle, can you hop on AIM for a second?
Wow. You people really got silly last night.
It's supposed to get up to a blazing 35F today. Which considering that it's 10 right now, is a welcome break.
I spent my evening at a tiny Hah-vahd SF con talking to Patrick and Teresa Neilsen Hayden, Jacqueline Carey, James Morrow, and more. Nice guest list for such a little con. And they have a nice small amphitheatre-type hall for the panel track, which looks like a set for a law school movie -- the seats are maroon velvet. And the acoustics are perfect.
Timelies to ya.
Timelies! I just got back from walking three miles in the cold with the dogs. I had hoped they would be tired after this.
Instead, Toby is wagging his tail loudly against the door and barking at me while looking in the general direction of where his bones are stored. I've explained that the bones for treats for evenings, but he doesn't seem to accept that.
ETA: I put him in his kennel, with the door closed, but not locked, just to distract him from the bones for a minute. When I went in there just now, he had opened the door, but was still sitting inside with his paws just barely sticking out. I'm convinced this is his way of saying "I could leave if I wanted to, but I really *want* to be in here."