Great stuff! It is very much fun to use, but don't get it in your hair. Yes, this warning comes from experience.
You know, with the exception of one deadly and unpredictable midget, this girl is the smallest cargo I've ever had to transport. Yet by far the most troublesome. Does that seem right to you?
Early ,'Objects In Space'
Natter 33 1/3
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.
Laura - Mar 23, 2005 3:38:27 pm PST #9853 of 10002
Our wings are not tired.
DXMachina - Mar 23, 2005 3:38:30 pm PST #9854 of 10002
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.
We are going to try to stop up the entrance hole with the foamy insulation in a can stuff.
That helped a lot at my old apartment.
Beverly - Mar 23, 2005 3:39:23 pm PST #9855 of 10002
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Stoopid double post. But this is worth saying twice:
Happy Birthday to Raquel and Kathy!
Beverly - Mar 23, 2005 3:40:00 pm PST #9856 of 10002
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Mousetraps are better than both gluetraps and poison. I have had mousies die in the walls and smell, from poison. We remodeled the kitchen, ripped out the sink and found an old mouse's nest with teeny little baby mouse skeletons in it. I felt so awful. And if you've ever dealt with a mouse stuck to a glue trap...
...it's a horrible,horrible slow way to die, for any creature.
Um, and on a completely different note,
Happy Birthday to Raquel and Kathy!
JZ - Mar 23, 2005 3:42:33 pm PST #9857 of 10002
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Brynn, holy moly. I never, ever knew this before Googling it six seconds ago, but it's not Wilde. It's Wilde's lover, Lord Alfred (Bosie) Douglas, who in addition to being Wilde's boytoy was a very minor poet who wrote one truly great poem "Two Loves." The final stanza goes:
What is thy name?' He said, 'My name is Love.'
Then straight the first did turn himself to me
And cried, 'He lieth, for his name is Shame,
But I am Love, and I was wont to be
Alone in this fair garden, till he came
Unasked by night; I am true Love, I fill
The hearts of boy and girl with mutual flame.'
Then sighing, said the other, 'Have thy will,
I am the love that dare not speak its name.'
(from this website)
ION, OUCH OUCH OW GODDAMNIT MARCH, STEP OFF.
I just got a call from Hec; he's in a local ER with Emmett, who took a hard baseball to the face at very close range, has a blood-gushing broken nose, and never wants to play baseball again, ever.
FUCK YOU, MARCH. HANDS OFF THE BOY, ASSHOLE.
Ginger - Mar 23, 2005 3:43:27 pm PST #9858 of 10002
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
I no longer ever use poison, because of the number of times I've had to deal with dead rats and mice in my house. When you trap them, you know where they are.
Great Stuff works really well, but wear gloves and clothes you don't care about.
Pix - Mar 23, 2005 3:43:59 pm PST #9859 of 10002
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
Oh JZ, I'm so sorry. That's awful.
Nicole - Mar 23, 2005 3:44:01 pm PST #9860 of 10002
I'm getting the pig!
Crap. Poor little Emmett!
Ginger - Mar 23, 2005 3:45:17 pm PST #9861 of 10002
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Ouch! Poor Emmett.
Atropa - Mar 23, 2005 3:45:36 pm PST #9862 of 10002
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Yikes! Poor Emmett!