Most of Rhode Island gets Victory Day off on the second Monday of August. I don't, though. Not that I'm bitter or anything.
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.
Americans don't need to make up a holiday for August.
Annual hurricane evacuation holiday around here.
shrift has a brother?
Only since season five.
Did the monks make him from her, or did was she expelled from a hell dimension and trapped inside him, able only to bust loose at certain times, because of ::jazz hands jazz hands:: which allowed her to seek the key, make it bleed, and open the dimensions between worlds?
Worst Writing contest: [link]
"The rising sun crawled over the ridge and slithered across the hot barren terrain into every nook and cranny like grease on a Denny's grill in the morning rush, but only until eleven o'clock when they switch to the lunch menu," wrote Lester Guyse, a retired fraud investigator in Portland, Oregon.
eta: link to the actual site of the contest: [link]
You know, I always read those and wonder if the author is trying to be witty and failing, or if they're trying to write it straight and it's just really bad.
I ♥ the Bulwer-Lytton contest. 2005 Results
Heh:
The children of Hamelin were led away by a pied piper (it's common knowledge) to parts unknown; whither they went is now herein revealed, however the precise location is cloaked in accordance with International Fantasy Regulation IFR.02.3a governing site specifics as, for example, in any Harry Potter story the locations are indeed identified, but just you try and find them.
Also:
Patricia wrote out the phrase 'It was a dark and stormy night' exactly seventy-two times, which was the same number of times she stabbed her now quickly-rotting husband, and the same number of pages she ripped out of 'He's Just Not That Into You' by Greg Behrendt to scatter around the room -- not because she was obsessive compulsive, or had any sentimental attachment to the number seventy-two, but because she'd always wanted to give those quacks at CSI a hard time.