As Arthur Dent once said: "It must be a Thursday. I never could get the hang of thursdays."
This is why I take Fridays off whenever I can and turn my Thursdays into Fridays. Easy peasy.
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.
As Arthur Dent once said: "It must be a Thursday. I never could get the hang of thursdays."
This is why I take Fridays off whenever I can and turn my Thursdays into Fridays. Easy peasy.
This book is people:
As long as I don't actually think about it, there's a nice dotty sort of 19th-century leave-your-body-to-science-ness about that. And I know exactly what to do the next time I'm presented with the hide of a dear friend who's been flayed by the vicious heathen savages . (Whitefonted for the squeamish. As if you couldn't have guessed.)
This book is people:
Pillow Book, anyone?
Pillow Book, anyone?
Except that it lacks naked Ewan.
And I know exactly what to do the next time
Just make sure it isn't a copy of The Silence of the Lambs , amych.
Except that it lacks naked Ewan.
So many things do, sadly.
Tep, I know!
Tom, I know! Can you believe that shit! It allowed Arpaio to put on his Ace Crimefighter Bit though and that's...a lot less funny. Tep, wrod.
Hey, does this link work?
Because, really, hummina.
I am awake. I do not wish to be awake (sure, I'm usually up by now, but I've been up since 7:30, as Paul woke up late and had to be driven in).
Lillian expelled some Actual Vomit in the car. While I have a message in, I think it's just that she gagged on her own drool with an empty stomach. Baby vomit = stinky.
Oh, man, I saw about two minutes of Entertainment Tonight last night, and they showed that picture. Yowsa.