Tonight I pulled a booger the size of a pea out of Annabel's nose. Later, she ate my iPod headphone covers, swallowing one of them. Still later, she bit me.
I'm unsure about whether I want to have kids now, and I've had one for 19 months.
Have you ever been with a warrior woman?
Wash ,'Bushwhacked'
Natter 40: The Nice One
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.
dw - Nov 12, 2005 6:44:15 pm PST #3661 of 10006
Silence means security silence means approval
NoiseDesign - Nov 12, 2005 6:47:46 pm PST #3662 of 10006
Our wings are not tired
I'm unsure about whether I want to have kids now, and I've had one for 19 months.Yeah, I think you've passed the 30 day return period. You can try now, but there might be a restocking fee. Also, you need to have the original packaging.
§ ita § - Nov 12, 2005 6:50:12 pm PST #3663 of 10006
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Can't you donate them to charity?
Gus - Nov 12, 2005 6:50:14 pm PST #3664 of 10006
Bag the crypto. Say what is on your mind.
Ok! People are bringing Her Supreme Cherry-ness into things.
I am breaking out my scary weapons.
tommyrot - Nov 12, 2005 7:33:06 pm PST #3665 of 10006
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
They're Soft, Cuddly and Lashed to the Front of a Truck. But Why?
A bear with a prominent grease spot on his little beige nose spends his days wedged behind the bumper guard of an ironworker's pickup in the Gowanus section of Brooklyn. A fuzzy rabbit and a clown, garroted by a bungee cord, slump from the front of a Dodge van in Park Slope. Stewie, the evil baby from "Family Guy," scowls from the grille of a Pepperidge Farm delivery truck in Brooklyn Heights, mold occasionally sprouting from his forehead.
All are soldiers in the tattered, scattered army of the stuffed: mostly discarded toys plucked from the trash and given new if punishing lives on the prows of large motor vehicles, their fluffy white guts flapping from burst seams and going gray in the soot-stream of a thousand exhaust pipes.
Grille-mounted stuffed animals form a compelling yet little-studied aspect of the urban streetscape, a traveling gallery of baldly transgressive public art. The time has come not just to praise them but to ask the big question. Why?
That is, why do a small percentage of trucks and vans have filthy plush toys lashed to their fronts, like prisoners at the mast? Are they someone's idea of a joke? Parking aids? Talismans against summonses?
aurelia - Nov 12, 2005 7:33:58 pm PST #3666 of 10006
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
I even refuse to read that wikipedia entry. Because then I'll recall the graphic properly.
The wiki did remind me of an additional image I didn't need to remember.
dw - Nov 12, 2005 7:38:16 pm PST #3667 of 10006
Silence means security silence means approval
Yeah, I think you've passed the 30 day return period. You can try now, but there might be a restocking fee.
I'm willing to pay.
Also, you need to have the original packaging.
Damnit! Wait, do I have to put her back in the original packaging, or just present my wife?
Susan W. - Nov 12, 2005 7:39:34 pm PST #3668 of 10006
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
do I have to put her back in the original packaging
Oh, HAY-ull no.
NoiseDesign - Nov 12, 2005 7:43:07 pm PST #3669 of 10006
Our wings are not tired
Damnit! Wait, do I have to put her back in the original packaging, or just present my wife?
Back into the packaging, and you know how those things never fit back in the box.
dcp - Nov 12, 2005 7:47:59 pm PST #3670 of 10006
The more I learn, the more I realize how little I know.
I'm told this is very cool, but it's a 35Mb .mov file.
On an August morning in 1978, French filmmaker Claude Lelouch mounted a gyro-stabilized camera to the bumper of a Ferrari 275 GTB and had a friend, a professional Formula 1 racer, drive at breakneck speed through the heart of Paris. The film was limited for technical reasons to 10 minutes; the course was from Porte Dauphine, through the Louvre, to the Basilica of Sacre Coeur.