Kat, I blame you! We now have to go through the 400odd records Mr. Jane's dad gave him over Thanksgiving.
It's actually a pretty impressive collection. And hey, we just found the Clockwork Orange soundtrack, so thanks!
Sir? I think you have a problem with your brain being missing.
Zoe ,'The Train Job'
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.
Daisy Jane - Nov 30, 2005 9:33:05 pm PST #8245 of 10006
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Allyson - Nov 30, 2005 10:45:30 pm PST #8246 of 10006
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica
I don't think I've ever missed this much work before. I cant go in like this, and I'm a secretary, so I cant do much from home.
Cass - Nov 30, 2005 10:57:23 pm PST #8247 of 10006
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Still plagued?
Allyson - Nov 30, 2005 11:25:29 pm PST #8248 of 10006
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica
Totally plagued. I am so stuffy and coughy. I sleep almost all the time, in between nose blowing and such. The computer is only like, two feet from my bed so posting has been my only contact with the outside world aside from a trip to the video store and grocery store.
I watched March of the Penguins. I was horribly bored. I mean, penguins are cute and all, but an hour and twenty minutes of penguins huddled against storms is just boring.
Cass - Nov 30, 2005 11:35:14 pm PST #8249 of 10006
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
I saw March in an airplane. Twice actually. Going and coming back. On the way there I was enchanted by the darling penguins and all involved in the story. By the way back, just waiting for the damned penguins to get back to the ocean so I could get off of the plane.
If my plague is anything near the rest of y'alls, it should be letting up soon. Though I was using the dread zinc swabs so I might have traded my senses of smell and taste for a day or two less of cold.
And I am impressed you've made it to any stores at all. Until I was faced with the lure of really good cough meds, I really didn't leave the house. Or my bed, truth be told.
Plague sucks. Penguins soft but not Oscar-calibar actors.
etcorrect: swaB.
Theodosia - Dec 01, 2005 1:06:41 am PST #8250 of 10006
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
Ugh. Got hit by the insomnia fairy driving a truck through my bedroom at about 4 AM. Now I'm trying to decide whether to try taking a shower, or get back in bed....
Jars - Dec 01, 2005 1:42:30 am PST #8251 of 10006
Well done, people. The Sick has finally made the trans-Atlantic leap, if my throbbing sinusus, rattling chest and constantly running nose are any indication. *points at new tagline*
Theodosia - Dec 01, 2005 1:58:57 am PST #8252 of 10006
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
Maybe it's the avian flu, showing up early?
Anne W. - Dec 01, 2005 2:03:36 am PST #8253 of 10006
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
Maybe germs spread through the interbunny.
shrift - Dec 01, 2005 2:19:05 am PST #8254 of 10006
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
Dear Coworkers,
When I drag my ass into the office early because I have a doctor's appointment and more work than I can handle stacked on my desk, please for not to mock me. When you do, it makes me think about shattering my coffee mug and shoving the broken shards into your neck. This is why you normally do not see me at this hour. If you value your lives, please help me maintain the delicate balance between misanthropy and murder by scattering like cockroaches the next time I head for the coffee maker.
Ta,
shrift