Zoe ,'The Train Job'
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.
Erin, you can just scrawl a note on the bathroom mirror: "Go check Natter." We'll preserve your current state so you can return to it later.
(Hee! Computer science joke. I realize that the fact I feel the need to tell you when I'm making a joke indicates that they're not very good jokes, but, well... look! Turtles!)
Huh. Maybe, when I'm done typing, I should push "Post message" and not, say, "First".
But the possible hookerificness left about 1/2 an hour ago.
Have five years of Buffy taught you nothing about leg irons!?!
Hee! Computer science joke.
::shoots ASL sign for "Insect Reflection" to Erin behind Emily's back::
I hear him on NPR all the time, but this is the first time I've seen him sitting next to anybody.
He is wee. Which always made him look kinda funny next to the decidedly bearish Bill C. (Although iirc, he and Shalala were about the same size.) (Actually, Clinton surrounded himself with munchkins. Exhibit C: SnuffleupagusStephanopoulous. Definite Oz vibe there.) (Dorothy in. Although the other Oz is apropos as well.) (These parens brought to you by 1/2 bottle petite syrah.)
::shoots ASL sign for "Insect Reflection" to Erin behind Emily's back::
Geek!
These parens brought to you by 1/2 bottle petite syrah.
This might okay for the IM ignoring. You wretch. And I was bragging about the Fencing camp they have in Emmett's school district.
Good to know I'm not the only similarly-fueled on the board.
I never drink on weeknights. It's so weird...
Yeah, amych, now that you mention it, Madeline Albright is pretty wee, the only exception was the Attorney General (who's name escapes me at the moment).
Geek!
No. This is the sign for "Geek."
:does sign with exagerrated sarcastic slow motion::
And this is the sign for "Insect Reflection"
::actually signs "Full House Fan" at Emily::
(who's name escapes me at the moment).
Hulking McLoombutt? Was that it?
Since y'all enjoyed my Sister Patricia story so much, here's another (she was my first grade teacher). One day she told us to line up for the restroom. I stood up and promptly fell down. She came over and yelled at me to get up. I couldn't and I was scared. She continued to yell and tell me I just wanted attention. I started crying. My mom was called as I couldn't ("wouldn't") get up. Well, I ended up in the hospital for several days, got a spinal tap, couldn't walk. Turned out to be a mysterious ailment that went away on its own ("Must have been a virus settled in the child's spine"). Did the nun apologize? Hell no.