You know. Hanging out. Being dissed by P-C. Being gorgeous.
It is a fulltime job of work.
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 know. Hanging out. Being dissed by P-C. Being gorgeous.
It is a fulltime job of work.
I can only imagine.
Just watched The Girl Next Door -- I recommend it, it's a lot better than it has any right to be-- and my new secret celebrity sleazy porn producer boyfriend, Tim Olyphant, used "tits" as a word of approbation.
Bon bon recommends The Girl Next Door.
erikaj is representing that she knows nothing about the craft of being gorgeous.
The topsy of my world is all turvey.
How embarassed should I be that I was like, "Olyphant, who's that? ...Oh, the guy from Dreamcatcher." Which I saw in the theater. Not by choice, though.
This embarassed.
t holds arms out embarassingly wide
You were doing a column on things alchemic, no?
...the hell? You mean my science blog?
How embarassed should I be that I was like, "Olyphant, who's that? ...Oh, the guy from Dreamcatcher."
He's the guy from Go for me.
This embarassed.
Crap. I was afraid of that.
Can I pimp P-C's science blog in three posts or less?
Sure.
And alienate Jesse, while flirting with erikaj?
Easy stuff.
I had a very good day. I took the train into the city, and met very cool people for lunch, and then walked around SF with them, and bought cool artwork, and went to Lush, and then went to Deb's for very good food, and then came home.
Ooh, also, I bought a Darth Vader Pez, a Death star Pez, and a Chewbacca Pez.
I think I am going to take the Death star one to the new office, and put it on my door.