I don't get the Ebby Calvin joke. But I'd be happy to name a microwave Sulaco.
A dear friend of mine had vanity plates for his 4runner truck that said Sulaco. He also had a replica pulse rifle that stayed on his desk at WotC, where he was the manager of the Customer Service dept.
Good lord, I've killed Natter. I didn't
mean
to!
everyone has hit their Friday afternoon wall, I think.
I don't seem to have the remember lines or details gene.
I have this. I'm lucky to remember the plot sometimes ....
Jilli, could you wake Natter with some good Gothy stores I should be shopping at?
Oh, this is addictive, but it also has an end.
Jilli, could you wake Natter with some good Gothy stores I should be shopping at?
What are you looking for? Clothes, housewares, decor, shoes?
I'm currently in love with a lot of stuff at House of Vamp: [link]
Fairy GothMother is always good for eye candy, but the prices are frightening: [link]
Good lord, I've killed Natter.
Well, I'm frantically trying to keep up with my inbox, which exploded yesterday afternoon when I was away from my desk for a half-hour to attend a fairly important meeting.
Although I'm finding myself leaning back and muttering "What's next?" every time I finish a task this afternoon, which possibly is my subconscious telling me to kick back and watch West Wing DVDs tonight.
I'm in need of Natter entertainment, because I have no work to do at the moment, which means I can't bill, which means I can't justify leaving the house and spending any money.
Also, I'm cranky because my fingers are *just* puffy enough that I had to take off my wedding set in the name of comfort, so now my fingers feel fat and naked.