No one else aeems to have have been thinking about what to say in US/International situations.
I wish I had a better rule, but here it goes: Big Tittied ladies have control..
Bring a Big Tittied lady.
This is a time of celebration, so sit still and be quiet.
Snyder ,'Chosen'
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.
Gus - Jul 18, 2005 12:45:16 am PDT #736 of 10002
Bag the crypto. Say what is on your mind.
Theodosia - Jul 18, 2005 3:25:56 am PDT #737 of 10002
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
Big Titled Ladies would be a good band name....
Should I be worried that Nair seems to have peeled a layer of dead skin off my legs, or is that normal now? It's been a while since I used Nair and I can't remember it ever happening in the distant, dim past....
Nutty - Jul 18, 2005 3:29:17 am PDT #738 of 10002
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."
I am Big Tittied. Where is my Politburo? I think I deserve a Politburo.
Can you imagine how much it sucked to live in the Soviet Union from the 30s through the 50s?
The best part is, you spend 15 years starving and/or being oppressed like crazy, and then you have to turn around and spend 5 years going, "Wait, okay, we don't want to be Soviets, but we don't want to be/be massacred by Nazis either." Like, does Fate have to choke a bitch??
It is Monday morning, in all of its Mondayness. I can faithfully report that Blueberry Iced Coffee from Dunkies is very blueberry, but in that "I melted a popsicle in your iced coffee" way, and not in a real-blueberry-taste way.
flea - Jul 18, 2005 4:06:24 am PDT #739 of 10002
information libertarian
In frozen coffee drinks news, I can report that an almost two year old cannot tell the difference between a Frappuccino and ice cream. And will ask for some of Daddy's ice cream approximately 27 times in the time it takes Daddy to drink a Frappuccino.
amych - Jul 18, 2005 4:11:11 am PDT #740 of 10002
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
Clearly, daddy should have had ice cream instead, thereby removing the confusion.
flea - Jul 18, 2005 4:22:26 am PDT #741 of 10002
information libertarian
We eat our ice cream after Eve goes to bed, so we don't have to share...
ION, I have just learned that a college friend of mine's cousin is a purveyor of pasties. For your pasty needs, see [link] (NOT work safe, but not violating public deceny laws in most states!)
DXMachina - Jul 18, 2005 4:22:58 am PDT #742 of 10002
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.
I can report that an almost two year old cannot tell the difference between a Frappuccino and ice cream
Well, yeah. A frappucino is basically a coffee shake. Your little girl's no dummy.
sarameg - Jul 18, 2005 4:40:52 am PDT #743 of 10002
I can report that an almost two year old cannot tell the difference between a Frappuccino and ice cream
But her parents can tell the difference after she's ingested the former, I'd guess. My nephew got into his dad's pepsi the other weekend. My SIL was ready to kill both of them. (My brother for being such a flake and leave un-D friendly stuff lying around and D for bouncing off the walls and being one wired toddler. The kid is scary enough without sugar and caffeine.)
shrift - Jul 18, 2005 4:53:34 am PDT #744 of 10002
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
This weekend I watched the new SG-1, Atlantis, and read HP6. I did not watch BSG because I'm resisting new shows like whoa, and until Dana traps me in her house and shows me the DVDs, it ain't happening.
But I'm kind of cranky and discussed-out already on all of them, because fandom is large with the wank. Or possibly I just need more coffee.
§ ita § - Jul 18, 2005 5:12:41 am PDT #745 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I'm coming down with a cold. I've lost my appetite, congested, sore throat, sensitive ears, and most startlingly, am having a bit of a job keeping down my breakfast. Which was tea and vitamins.
AND I go to Montreal on Wednesday.
Not happy.
I guess I should take a sick day -- no, better to work from home I guess, but I hate phrasing these things.