On the Effectiveness of Aluminium Foil Helmets: An Empirical Study
It's obvious where they went wrong. They thought tin foil and aluminum foil were the same thing.
Kids these days....
eta: Typo Boy beat me to it! Hah!
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.
On the Effectiveness of Aluminium Foil Helmets: An Empirical Study
It's obvious where they went wrong. They thought tin foil and aluminum foil were the same thing.
Kids these days....
eta: Typo Boy beat me to it! Hah!
Okay, so I don't know from VS. Or Scrabble. And suddenly I'm thinking that the Derby should be turned into a smoking club.
Jesee = Eeevil
They want to tear it down, and build a Whole Foods with 80 luxury condos on top and surrounding it, thus killing the local Nature Mart and the entire character of my neighborhood.
Oh dear.
I tried to make an Underpants Gnomes analogy to my therapist today, and I had to explain what they were.
You know, it is an extremely useful concept. On two fronts: the whole (1) random action (2) ??? (3) profit! is an important concept to be able to express; and also, underpants gnomes as a general term for "the magical people who do things when you are not looking" are quite useful.
I once accused Flatmate of believing that the underpants gnomes would unpack her boxes of books for her. Okay, not to her face.
I am sad about never seeing the Vartan KC.
Speaking of on Alias it's fun to see Amy Acker as an assassin. I think that she is Rachel's Ana Espinoza.
And suddenly my keyboard is taking issue with the letter h.
I was trying to grade when suddenly my daughter appeared in the hallway, dragging her blankets with her. Sleepwalking again. Dear God am I in love with that sight.
Just remember, Burrell, if she starts talking in her sleep, she really doesn't mean it. If, by some random chance, she should say something like, "I want my mother. NO! My REAL mother!!" Because I've heard there are kids who say things like that in their sleep. Sometimes.
CSI: OMGWTFMustache. Damn, that is just a world of ewwwww.
I am sad again, because I pushed up on my limits, and the limits won, handily. That's not supposed to happen -- I'm wearing street clothes, dammit, and I didn't break a sweat, and even with the laughing, no real rising heart rate. Life can be stupid sometimes.
I'm not sure why some names are words and some aren't.