I don't know if it's close to what he means, but google has some connectiony stuff.
I'm not sure if that's what he means either, but it's connected enough that I forwarded the link to him.
Spike ,'Sleeper'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I don't know if it's close to what he means, but google has some connectiony stuff.
I'm not sure if that's what he means either, but it's connected enough that I forwarded the link to him.
I prefer my poetry set to a punk rock beat.
HA! Because of the hockey reference, I read this as "puck rock beat."
Annabel just came this close to climbing onto the sofa using one of the blocks she got for her birthday as a stepstool.
She's only been walking for two weeks or so! Yikes!
Sean, we* did Rimers, too. It was a hell of a show.
Oooh! Another heady school drama team. Rock on!
We did Six Characters in Search of an Author.
Hmm, Take Me Out could be a possibility- we're both huge baseball fans. I'm also hoping for some sort of sports bar that has satellite, and so many tvs there's a small chance of catching the Red Sox game. I know it's unlikely, but I can dream. Otherwise, it'll be a Cubs-eriffic weekend for me.
So is hockey (when they're not fucking striking), and hockey moves faster.
It's a lockout.
I like both, but hockey is gut and baseball is learned.
Yay Miracleborn new parents car!
Now he's drawing shapes (not quite correctly) and saying, "twiango, sue-cul, squay"
Awww! Go Aidan!
I love corndogs, real or veggie. Even better is at the BBQ place near work where they do "drowned corndogs"--smothered in their chili and cheese. MMMMMM.
Meh on the New England snow. Yo, April, you better cut this shit out pronto!
gives April teh MAJOR stinkeye
April is kinda sucking for me as well. Maybe May will be better.