Timelies all. Anyone know what time fireworks are at tomorrow at baltimore inner harbor?
Natter 36: But We Digress...
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.
Thanks for all the birthday wishes! Teacup Guy is being so good to me. If the Red Sox can somehow manage to win this game, it'll be a perfect day.
I have no comments on cat-nose touching, electrically charged or otherwise.
In completely random news, I just got back from church, where I saw possibly the geeky-coolest couple in the entire universe.
He was shortish but clearly beautifully built, a classic inverted-triangle broad-shouldered swashbuckler of a fellow who had embraced his inner pirate. Long, dark, curly hair. Neatly trimmed, rakish Van Dyck. Long, long, long leather jacket, deep black pants that might have been velvet, tucked into knee-high black leather boots, and a Spikesque blood-red silk shirt. He also had a deep, rich, dryly snarkful, faintly English Errol Flynnish profoundly lickable voice.
All of which ought to have been incredibly pretentious and irritating, but he wore it all as lightly and easily as Jilli wears her Jilliness; clearly this was just who he was and had been since forever, and the only way he could appear freakish and stiff and out of place would be if he were to cut his hair and dress all the way down to normal.
His wife was -- Nilly, only taller. Slightly paler complexion, but the same build, the same dark shining hair and dark shining eyes behind the same glasses, with the same kind, eager smile. She was dressed much like Nilly: clean and pretty and mostly unadorned, nothing flashy or dressy-uppy or actorly about her.
She looked in no way like the sort of person you could imagine hooked up with the man beside her, yet there they both were, quiet and happy and every now and then communicating worlds with a small look or a touch to the elbow or a word in one another's ears.
And now I really want someone to write this story: Nilly and the Pirate.
And now I really want someone to write this story: Nilly and the Pirate.
This might almost be enough to make me break my vow never to write a pirate hero!
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Can I make him a privateer? That's practically a pirate.
Can I make him a privateer? That's practically a pirate.
Have at, lass!
Also, this clearly explains why Nilly's last few blind dates have not worked out. She keeps getting set up with mere workaday mortal men, who are unfit to appreciate her Nillitude. If somebody would just set her up with a nice Orthodox pirate, it would clearly be so completely wrong it'd be perfectly Right. She's worthy of nothing less.
Also, this clearly explains why Nilly's last few blind dates have not worked out. If somebody would just set her up with a nice Orthodox pirate, it would clearly be so completely wrong it'd be perfectly Right.
I know one Orthodox guy who owns a parrot. Would that work?
Anybody know a good way to get over jetlag? Flying east, I was OK, but now, I keep falling asleep sometime around 8 and then waking up around 4, and I can't figure out a good way to make myself sleep longer.
I know one Orthodox guy who owns a parrot. Would that work?
If he can do a decent Dread Pirate Roberts impression, I think we've got something solid to work with.
Wolfram, there's a pet parade at AVAM at 10 am!
Seriously, fireworks are at 9:30 according to this schedule [link]
I probably won't go down there. Or maybe I will. Traffic after is such a bitch and I don't like dealing with getting to the subway late.
Hil, I always had to FORCE myself to stay awake. No going to bed at 8 anymore, young lady. But it is a pain in the butt. I always have a hard time coming back.