Rogue Trader -- with bonus Alexis Denisof. It was halfway through the movie before I remembered the real life story, and how negatively I'd reacted to that. But Ewan's Leeson makes it all seem so understandable.
I was partnered with the biggest guy in the class (for a while the two biggest guys), and came out uninjured. I'm pretty pleased with myself, even if I think there's no way I'll pass the test at this rate.
Oh. The instructor that breathed on me
last
instructor class humped my leg today. I didn't bother to act unflustered this time.
Huh.
He was making a point, and I'll
never
forget how to do the technique. Still, I yelled, made a face, and shook my leg vigourously.
I can see how that would work, and be memorable.
I will have to watch.
Come to my house. I own it.
I'm trying to catch up in Minearverse and it's freaking me out. How long does the soap talk go on?
Perkins, there would totally be cupcakes.
I have three in my kitchen RIGHT NOW, with orange vanilla buttercream.
That's it, I'm inviting myself to Plei's house to get to the cupcakes before Perkins!
We need to change our language habits, I suppose. For "shit" we tend to say "fuck." For "fuck" we say "fuck fuckity fucking motherfucker," and for "motherfucker" we say "slimy cuntmuscle."
Robert read a bit of the Dr. James Dobson book on child-rearing we got as a gift to me: "Is your conversation respectful and soothing? Or does your household sound like an army barracks? You must speak in calm tones around your child." To which I responded "Dobson can suck my throbbing cock."
But did you say it in soothing tones?
