There's definitly something wrong with the cable box. It keeps glitching. Music this good should not be tampered with by the TiFaux.

I'm full of spaghetti.

You're full of something...

I'm pleased as hell that my laptop plays DVDs (with excellent quality, BTW), because I just watched Bull Durham. In the bathtub. It was perfect. This has been a fucker of a week, and it was just what I needed. Plus now I smell good.

Aw Teppy, you poor thing--I can't even imagine. I hope your weekend gets better and better. You started it off, great.

Folk was deigning to glance toward the despised pop music and raise it up with it's validating approval.

I know I'm a shitty speller and a so-so writer and my grasp of grammar and punctuation has some gaps, so it'd probably be wrong for me to pick on Hec, a very fine writer, just because he makes a little mistake that happens to be a pet peeve of mine, like, say, confusing a contraction with a possessive pronoun.

Right?

Ima have to get me a laptop. I would love to be able to watch DVDs in the bath. Sigh. We'll see how the finances go.

He'd do it to you. With friendship in his heart, but still.

Being able to watch DVDs on the plane improved my ability to tolerate flying immensely.

I was actually disapointed when we were told we'd be arriving in Houston 20 minutes early, as it meant I couldn't finish the ep of WF I was watching.

DVD's in the bathtub. Better living through technology.

I think Use #2 of the laptop is going to be me crawling into bed with it and reading comics on it. Bliss.

Guess who has a coffee date? :)

The only people I want to google have frustratingly ungoogleable names. Or I don't know enough of the name.

However, I am the only result when you google me. Uncommon first AND last names.

still shivering over the strange man singing country songs (and talking about how he was raped by the LA County Sheriff) ON MY COUCH when I was 8.5 months pregnant

Dude. That is FUCKED UP.

I always answer my home phone, because there's like, three people that call it, and the rare telemarketers. But my cellphone has caller ID. I usually answer it anyway, but...

I wouldn't mind being used in anatomy class, but I'd like my organs to be donated if possible, so...I also think it would be cool to be a research body like in the Patricia Cornwell books, wehre they have a farm that they leave dead bodies in different places/temperatures to see how they look after however long...(Ah, Steph mentioned it, the Body Farm)

so it'd probably be wrong for me to pick on Hec, a very fine writer, just because he makes a little mistake that happens to be a pet peeve of mine, like, say, confusing a contraction with a possessive pronoun.

Homophones are not my friends.

I agree with Cindy's assessment that PP&M are like unto the rectum of a cat.