Prison Break needs 24 crossovers. Seriously.
Willow ,'Bring On The Night'
Natter 39 and Holding
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.
Aren't all Vice Presidents evil*? I think it must be the waiting-for-the-President-to-die that turns them**.
* Except Al Gore.
** Altho' Cheney came pre-eviled.
OK- so all y'all know I am having problems with my heat. Also, I am a hypochondriac. But I have a headache this morning and now I am a little afraid that I have a carbon monoxide problem... which is not concerning for me, per se, as I am not home that much. But now I am afraid, since I left the heat on, that my cat is going to get sick. Am I crazy?
I don't know if you're crazy or not, but aside from paranoia, Sophia -- get a CO detector!
Of course, now I'm assuming they're standard CA issue, and that my apartment's smoke detector is one, and I realise I don't know. Huh.
Last night's dream had me driving nails into the sole of my foot, removing them, saving the nails, and driving them back in again. Don't remember why. But the traumatic part of the dream was the bit with the luggage on rollers -- carrying that up stairs was really irritating.
I'm trying to hold off until November. This is the first week we've been tempted. I like it at 72, but when we don't have an infant in the house I feel like I ought to have it at 68.
We are also trying to hold off till November. Since we have no lil'uns to worry about, this means that it has gotten below 60 degrees in the house over the past 5-6 days or so. We fired up our gas stoves in the sitting room and bedroom to take a bit of chill out of the air while showering (I can't shower again in the morning till we're able to put the heat on)
Why yes, we are extremely cheap, why do you ask? But we have So Many Sweaters!
The temperature got down to the 40s last night, so I caved and turned on the heat. Since this is the first time it's been on since March, my nose immediately stuffed up. Still, cozy. I can get away with just turning the heat on at night until it's in the 30s all day.
Last night's dream had me driving nails into the sole of my foot, removing them, saving the nails, and driving them back in again.
Ugh!
Last night I dreamed that Julia Child's zombie was critiquing my soup. Bits of her kept falling into it. Rather disturbing.
Bits of her kept falling into it. Rather disturbing.
Bwah!
Do we know this?
In two weeks, Anne Rice, the chronicler of vampires, witches and—under the pseudonym A. N. Roquelaure—of soft-core S&M encounters, will publish "Christ the Lord: Out of Egypt," a novel about the 7-year-old Jesus, narrated by Christ himself. "I promised," she says, "that from now on I would write only for the Lord."
Do we care?
Yes.
No.
I could write a novel about the 9-month-old Jesus, narrated by Christ himself.
Of course, it would become more difficult once He starts talking.
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And she's used legends of the boy Messiah's miracles from the noncanonical Apocrypha: bringing clay birds to life, striking a bully dead and resurrecting him.
Huh. If Jesus were a boy today, I wonder if he'd bring Spongebob Squarepants to life.