Colin was mentioning that actors that played HS students (or are on those shows) tend to be the short ones. Which hadn't been how I was thinking about it, but it does go a way to explaining the Buffy/Angel height disparity.

He was pretty surprised at the Valley news himself. And Mark can't quite use the HS excuse.

Quick! Someone cheer me up!

Stack cats. It works for me.

Quick! Someone cheer me up!

You're funny as hell, and you have very pretty hair.

After some consideration, the best money I ever spent was for a YMCA membership back in Brighton years and years ago. Since it came with free, I took karate lessons, and the sensei helped me get a job at Lotus as a data entry clerk... which is how I ended up becoming a programmer, eventually.

Theo wins.

If one person ever comes back to me and says "ita, the krav you taught me helped me defend myself," then my krav membership will be the best money I've ever spent.

I hope that never has to happen.

I think it's unfair that there's only been one "her breasts are too big for the movie, let's digitally reduce them or something" rumour that caught on, whereas the "major weenie alert" seems to be every three or four months.

"her breasts are too big for the movie, let's digitally reduce them or something"

hahahahaha

dude, we all know that the only thing that can be too big on a woman in a movie is her gut and/or thighs.

I'm going to go with Burrell on the epidurals. Although a close second is our trip to London.

Quick! Someone cheer me up!

Uhm... happy news, happy news... Hey! My mom called earlier, and there's a distinct possibility that my brother and his partner got married over the weekend in Boston! I'm waiting for him to check his cell phone messages and call me back to confirm.

This could possibly be construed as sad news in that elopements and quiet courthouse weddings usually mean no cake for the celebrants' families and friends. If my brother calls back and confirms, I shall have to go get some cake in order to set everything right.

Also, stacking cats and your wit and your pretty hair, all plenty cheering.

a distinct possibility that my brother and his partner got married over the weekend in Boston!

Yay for them! Although, hello to the secrecy. Perhaps they just don't like cake. Although, if they had timed it right, they could have had a cheering squad. On the anniversary of it becoming legal -- May something -- Flatmate's church still goes down to Cambridge City Hall en masse as they did the first day, and applauds.

It's a thing.

My happy news is that my toes are only marginally froze, and I have steak waiting for me in the fridge. Steak doesn't cure all ills, and I don't have anemia, but, it's still a good thing.