I do send text messages...
Not to me. :: starts gathering rocks::
[NAFDA] "There will be an occasional happy, so that it might be crushed under the boot of the writer." From Zorro to Angel (including Wonderfalls and The Inside), this is where Buffistas come to anoint themselves in the bloodbath.
I do send text messages...
Not to me. :: starts gathering rocks::
I got a rock!
Don't we all get patted down for souls every now and again?
Okay now I'm wounded. STOP IGNORING ME OR I'LL THROW ROCKS TOO!
Shit. I just carved a chunk of my knuckle out while cleaning the cheese grater. No wonder people ignore me.
Unrelated to souls and the like -- you did see the movie, right, Kristin? Did you enjoy it? If you hadn't been in the mood for it at the premiere, it would have sucked to have it ruined, despite the obvious celebrityBuffista allure.
eta: Ha! x-post, I swear.
Graters are the single most dangerous kitchen implement. I always wind up donating blood to the cause. (Or to the potato pancakes, the pimento cheese, ...)
ita, I did see the movie, and I loved it. I know that isn't the popular opinion, but I did. I ate it up and burped like a Frenchman.
ETA: Hee! I know it was. I was just being faux-pathetic.
I know that isn't the popular opinion
I don't know if that's true -- plenty of people in the Firefly thread expressing their love. Not to mention good exit poll numbers.
I buy my cheese grated more and more often. I find I'm safer with the microplane, but I still have to be on DEFCON 3 to get away safe.
The sad thing is that I wasn't even really cleaning the grater. I was cleaning the counter and brushed--I thought lightly, but obviously not--up against it. It's bled through two bandaids so far.
Clutziness + Aimee / block cheese = Salad Shooter.