Oz ,'Beneath You'
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.
I don't suppose you've heard that any of your friends/neighbors/relatives have moved to the Boston area?
No, but I didn't even know that one of my best friends from high school had had their baby (I knew she was due, but didn't know the details - they're the ones who moved down here and then back up). I'm not familiar with current happenings Up There.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NUTTY!!!
Happy Birthday, Nutty!!
Happy Birthday Nutty!
Hey, there are Monkey Pants up for bid on e-Bay: [link]
I'd mock you with them, but the buy it now price is $999.00. They're Soviet Space Monkey Pants. Monkeys in SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE. It's as if someone created a talisman for b.org.
How sad is it that I wondered if anyone would say this?
How sad is it that I felt obligated to fill that gap?
They're Soviet Space Monkey Pants. Monkeys in SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE. It's as if someone created a talisman for b.org.
American space monkeys don't need no stinkin' pants: [link]
(That picture is from the DC F2F, from the Air & Space Museum.)
Hee! I just used bugmenot for accessing the Boston Globe. The login and password are:
login: youAREshitheads@hotmail.com
password: fuckoffanddie
Actually, this is where I look forward to the moment the plane doors close .. when it's too late to second guess having to do more.
When I flew to Prague for a semester abroad, I really didn't think about the implications (new people! foreign country for 6 months! don't speak czech! no confirmation that the friend I was staying with the first 2 weeks even knew I was coming!) AT ALL beforehand. I was oddly calm. Compared to the previous 6 months, all that seemed like small potatoes.
Until halfway through the flight. Then I discovered what a panic attack was.
Finally calmed down by pulling 2 blankets over my head and staring out at the stars.
Now I just fuss and fret and futz beforehand. Somehow, a mild level of craziness for weeks or days is much better than 30 minutes of pure crazy at something thousand feet.
People are asking me questions that I can't figure out what they are asking.
I hate that.
American space monkeys don't need no stinkin' pants: [link]
That's who the Soviet Monkeys mock with their Monkey Pants, Tep. Blame the French.
password: fuckoffanddie
I'm totally stealing this.
So, Kanye West is performing on Ellen, and it's just him and the DJ on the stage. Man, that never happens. Thumbs up.
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