Wash ,'The Message'
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.
You should totally go down to the beach some weekend to see the swinging guys yourself. Verra beautiful. It was very surreal.
I just noticed in the pictures that Michelle Trachtenberg was with Aaron Ashmore, the guy who played the bad rich kid on the Tijuana trip ep on Veronica Mars. I was all, who's that guy?
I am Trisket Marshfield or, alternatively, Cider Marshfield. Neither strike me as particularly porny.
Ho Chi 59th. Which is why I can never be a porn star.
Dude! Your name starts with Ho! It's like fate.
Is it the street you were born on, or the street where you first lived?
Bambi Ashland is my porn name.
Your porn name is the name of your first pet and the street you were born on. Making me Ho Chi 59th.
Sparky Montana, I think.
Coulda been, Boji Franjo, though.
I'm Rusty Main. No wonder I never made it as a porn star.
I've heard "childhood home," which gives some wiggle room. First pet + place I grew up = Angel St. James. If it had to be where my parents lived when I was born, it's Angel Parker Hill, I think. Ew.
Puffer Marshfield has more promise.
From the "life is wierd sometimes file:
My answering machine isn't very good for many reasons. Once 2 years ago there was a brief power outage on a Thursday. Ever since, whenever there is a message the playback always starts with "Thursday, 5:00pm, Power Outage" in a smooth baritone.
So, tonight I come home and the machine is flashing and doing it's annoying beeping thing to tell me there are messages. I start the playback, the power outage thing comes on and then there's someone saying "sorry, wrong number." But there's another message, so the machine says "Thursday, 5:00pm Power Outage" and the power went out. Total blackness.
Weird coincidence.
I am, I fear, Bruce Wayne Palmetto.
Ho Chi 59th is Satine in comparison.