I should really go grocery shopping, but I just have zero interest. I guess the cat and I can make it til tomorrow.
Well, at least one of you will make it, anyway.
Andrew ,'Damage'
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 should really go grocery shopping, but I just have zero interest. I guess the cat and I can make it til tomorrow.
Well, at least one of you will make it, anyway.
Nice.
You think I want flailing ruining the (putatively) BEST DAY OF MY LIFE, EVER?
Well, at least one of you will make it, anyway.
Har. It's not like the cupboards are totally bare, and anyway, we each have enough stored fuel to make it 24 hours.
You think I want flailing ruining the (putatively) BEST DAY OF MY LIFE, EVER?
You're going to have to start doing family screenings before dates, to ensure no flailing. Because no way you're keeping Aunt Betty off that dance floor when they play "her song."
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So have them play the Isley Brothers' "Shout" so there's some direction for the flailing.
The good Japanese steakhouse/sushi bar is screwing with me, as they changed their hours in the past 2 weeks to eliminate Sundays. (Can you guess what day it was my habit to eat there?) I think they're trying to Emulate the Germantown Shogun, whose hours should read "Anytime that Matt ISN'T planning on eating here."
This leaves Saturday lunch as the only time I can go there and get the particular menu item that's my favorite (it's a julienned beef that tastes much better than the steak on their dinner menu). If they think tasty economical food from a waiter that's growing a cellphone out of his ear is going to win out over tasty too-expensive food from Hottie!Bartender, they are sadly mistaken.
You're going to have to start doing family screenings before dates, to ensure no flailing.
Absolutely. There will be the opportunity (putatively) to "test in" -- you get an ID, and if you aren't passed, you don't get your hand stamped at the door. The minute the flailing starts, the barehanded perp will be escorted out.
Haven't decided what to do with the accredited people, with stamps, who flail.
Perhaps cut their hand off.
Haven't decided what to do with the accredited people, with stamps, who flail.
Have them accompanied by kravvers, who can defend the innocent bystanders, and put them down quickly if there is a flailing risk.
kravvers, who can defend the innocent bystanders, and put them down quickly if there is a flailing risk.
And then cut their hands off?
BAH. TIVO DIDN'T GET THE END OF THE OPEN FINAL.
::yahoos::
Dude, I really wanted to see that.
I just saw the Because of Winn-Dixie commercial. That smiling dog does look really disturbing.
I like dancing. Dancing is fun. Unless you're dancing with someone who sucks, or who is overly close when you don't want them to be. Then dancing is awkward.
My friend, who is also taking ballroom dancing-- though on another night, had to be a man during one of the classes, and she says that it is so much more fun to dance with girls, because they smell really nice. This is the difference between girls and boys, apparently: Before a dancing class, a girl will, if not shower, at least deodorize or perfume as appropriate, as well as brush her teeth or mint herself up. A boy? Will not do these things. This is most disturbing when his icky wet underarm is on your shoulder, where your favorite sweater is currently all that's standing between you and ickiness.
At least, that's the conclusion I've come to, based on the scientific experiment that is my class.