Oh, smacked in the noggin with a 2x4 wrapped in velvet. Yeah, that's what it felt like.

Lorne ,'Smile Time'


Natter 37: Oddly Enough, We've Had This Conversation Before.  

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.


Madrigal Costello - Jul 28, 2005 3:58:08 pm PDT #3947 of 10002
It's a remora, dimwit.

That does make me wonder if frequent hot-tubbing (say 30 minutes every day or more) would be enough to lower a guy's sperm count out of the reasonable likelihood of conception range.
It does lower it a bit, but not enough to count as a form of contraception. They tell you not to do it if you're trying to conceive since it lowers the odds - but it doesn't lower it as much as condoms or bestiality would.


lori - Jul 28, 2005 4:08:56 pm PDT #3948 of 10002

ita, at least you don't have this cleavage issue: [link]

"JOHANSSON JUST MISSES CAR BUST-UP
Screen siren Scarlett Johansson was so shocked when she first caught sight of her digitally enlarged bust on a billboard advertisement for new movie "The Island," she almost crashed her car.

The acclaimed actress is not alone in being wowed by her super size cleavage -- hundreds of cars have slowed down as they passed the giant Los Angeles poster to get a better look.

The 20-year-old says, "I was driving through Los Angeles and I look up and see the biggest photo of me I have ever seen in my life on a massive ad space. I screamed and slammed on the brakes. I couldn't believe it.

"It's very strange to see my cleavage the size of a brontosaurus. My breasts were huge. I had long hair and my goodness I couldn't get past the cleavage.

"I was like, 'Look at me. They wiped out my whole face. Oh, that's not my face. That's my cleavage.' My cleavage was just huge."


Lee - Jul 28, 2005 4:19:23 pm PDT #3949 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Also, will you please pack me in your bags so I too can go to the Galapagos?

Sure, as long as you protect me from my mother.

I was able to leave early, but then I had to come back, and now I am waiting for someone to call me.

Feh.


sarameg - Jul 28, 2005 4:27:10 pm PDT #3950 of 10002

Allyson has lizard issues. Or bathroom issues.

ita has cat issues. As in, CURIOSITY WILL KILL IT, damnit.


Kat - Jul 28, 2005 4:37:30 pm PDT #3951 of 10002
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo

Sure, as long as you protect me from my mother.

okay. it's a deal.


sarameg - Jul 28, 2005 4:43:39 pm PDT #3952 of 10002

So....officemate is being laid off monday, it looks like. Going to talk to his other friends, but was thinking: margarita mix, tequila, a margarita glass, tackytacky sunglasses and a hat. Maybe a curly straw. As a goofy gift. I might even add a lawn chair. Sound reasonable?

(this is the guy who bets on how long it will take me to destroy a stress ball)

We also hope to do lunch the day of the deed.

Sigh.


Jesse - Jul 28, 2005 4:54:26 pm PDT #3953 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Goofy + booze sounds good to me, sara.


Kat - Jul 28, 2005 4:54:41 pm PDT #3954 of 10002
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo

does he not know?


sarameg - Jul 28, 2005 5:01:03 pm PDT #3955 of 10002

No, he knows. For about 3 weeks now. Everybody under that contract was told that "their positions were in jeopardy" which is the under-the-legal-speak way of giving them more than the mandated 2 days. He's been out going on interviews the past couple of days, so that's good.

Gonna miss him.

eta: Technically, I do not know. Even though I'm going on vacation shortly thereafter, my managers haven't even MENTIONED coverage for me. So as far as I'm concerned, they are SOL. Complaints? Go to the management,


Cass - Jul 28, 2005 5:23:03 pm PDT #3956 of 10002
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

margarita mix, tequila, a margarita glass, tackytacky sunglasses and a hat. Maybe a curly straw. As a goofy gift. I might even add a lawn chair.
Sounds lovely.

Turns out working late drastically cut my commute home. Hmmm...