I'm usually the first one up and making noise. Since I live alone, that's not currently too obnoxious.
My dad used to sing navy drinking songs to my older sister, until she sang one of them in Sunday School. We were attending a church that had just stopped banning alcohol for its members, but they hadn't gotten to a point where 6 year olds singing, "I was drunk last night / and the night before / gonna get drunk tonight / like I've never been drunk before" would go over well.
I got hymns at first. Then drinking songs when Dad felt I could distinguish between "songs for church" and "songs for elsewhere".
I'm totally loving Grey's Anatomy so far. I think it's mainly due to Patrick Dempsey.
I would like my own fictional character, and I would like him to look at me the way Dempsey looks at his character's object of desire.
Kitchen noises when I am not in the kitchen=someone else making me food, which is always a delightful thing to contemplate
I'm basically okay with being woken by kitchen noises -- no one got up earlier than my mother -- but I prefer being woken up by kitchen smells. Coffee (even if I'm not having any), bacon, bread, fried fish ... that's how you come to consciousness.
Derek Sheppard = MINE
Stop! Now!
He needs to be shown effectual fists, and then it'll be all over for anyone else.
A co-worker just made a flesh-eating bacteria joke, and I totally stole his air with tales of Steph's big boss.
I think he hates me now.
I would like my own fictional character, and I would like him to look at me the way Dempsey looks at his character's object of desire.
I want one that looks to me like Dempsey looks sprawled out nekkid on the living room floor. (Thanks for the heads-up about the repeat broadcast of that, by the way.)
From my flist, this great tidbit:
English scholar Christopher Frayling, author of an epic biography of Sergio Leone and recent recipient of a knighthood. For his knightly crest, he chose the Latin motto:
Perge, Scelus, Mihi Diem Perficias
The official translation of the motto from the College of Heralds reads as follows:
Proceed, varlet, and let the day be rendered perfect for my benefit.
But the intended rendition would instead be:
Go ahead, punk, make my day.
They didn't really show anything scandalous, what with it being network TV and all. But what they were able to show looked pretty good.
Perge, Scelus, Mihi Diem Perficias
I *so* need to get this on a t-shirt.
Pern, ijs.
Aw, but you haven't really lived until Anne McCaffrey's tried to run you over with her motorized cart!
