I want a Steak Diane. My husband made one for me last night and it was yummy.
My dad took me out for supper last Sunday (after we saw Million Dollar Baby), and he ended up with the Steak Diane special while I had the Sea Bass special. Both were yummy, but I think I liked his steak better than my fish. It was on top of garlic mashed potatoes, too (my favorite).
Monkey controls robot arm with brain: [link]
Robot Monkeys coming soon.
Obviously, my inner 16-year old has control of the iPod right now. Everything I want to listen to is sung by a pretty man in eyeliner, has loud guitars, and is mostly about how the pretty man in eyeliner loves me
SO MUCH
that he would die for me, or my indifference to his love is tormenting him. If this keeps up, there is a danger of me curling up in a corner and writing bad poetry about vampires and/or how NO ONE UNDERSTANDS ME!!1!
Placebo? [link] I mean, I know they're my default recommendation, but they're good. Plus, pretty lead singer!
I did just buy Without You I'm Nothing, based on your love for them. Well, that and it finally showed up in the used CD store. I'm cheap. I should buy more. And get a copy of the Velvet Goldmine soundtrack.
And get a copy of the Velvet Goldmine soundtrack.
...and ask David to make you some burns of his extensive and rare glam rock collection.
Everything I want to listen to is sung by a pretty man in eyeliner, has loud guitars, and is mostly about how the pretty man in eyeliner loves me SO MUCH that he would die for me, or my indifference to his love is tormenting him.
Mm. Pretty men in eyeliner. I could go for watching a pretty man in eyeliner loving somebody else, and does anybody
really
need me to say what I mean by that?
...and ask David to make you some burns of his extensive and rare glam rock collection.
Ooh.
I want a Speak And Spell.
Those things always creeped me out. This is the robot voiced toy that spells out words, yes? I did, however, enjoy the See and Say with the little arrow you spin around to the picture and then you pull the string and the happy, nice voice says the name of the thing in the picture.
And although the conversation has moved on, I have to say that Halle Berry's "acting" makes the baby Jesus cry. I have to really think I'll love everything else about the movie to get over her. Also, Eddie Murphy since he started only making crappy family comedies like Daddy Day Care. Such a shame.
Let's pretend this would fit me: this needs to belong to me.
And this one has JZ written all over it.
Ooh.
Yeah, you were already on my list for that mix. I'll try to make certain that yours (a) rocks hard and (b) is thoroughly depraved.
Speaking of which, have you ever heard The Lee Harvey Oswald Band? 'Cuz I'm thinking you'd like songs like "Rocket 69" and "Morphodite." ("Gotta bomb in my britches and it's ready to blow / I'm not your morphodite, I'm not your silly ho.")
Let's pretend this would fit me: this needs to belong to me.
I know someone who could make a copy of that for you ...