You have no idea how parenthetical I get before I post. I'm really bad.
Lorne: You know what they say about people who need people. Connor: They're the luckiest people in the world. Lorne: You been sneaking peeks at my Streisand collection again, Kiddo? Connor: Just kinda popped out.
'Time Bomb'
Natter 41: Why Do I Click on ita's Links?!
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.
sarameg - Jan 11, 2006 3:47:43 pm PST #9355 of 10002
sarameg - Jan 11, 2006 4:12:29 pm PST #9356 of 10002
Devi drools when she naps. Huh.
You know what smells good? Vintage Western Candles' Prairie Grass. Must find more online. Also, the other that came in the package, Tyler's Pumpkin Spice. Extra extra kudos to msbelle for these.
I'm just in a mood to smell nice things, and this works well.
§ ita § - Jan 11, 2006 4:15:00 pm PST #9357 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Someone colder than me needs to try this.
Michael has come back to Donna, and she'll never sleep with her daughter's ex-husband ever again. Which is a shame, since he's got BBOC factor in spades.
Laura - Jan 11, 2006 4:18:03 pm PST #9358 of 10002
Our wings are not tired.
I was thinking that the link related to the paragraph following. I'm so confused.
sarameg - Jan 11, 2006 4:25:30 pm PST #9359 of 10002
No idea about that para either, Laura.
In any case, I used to have relatives who could do that water trick some winters in SD. Not so much this winter, though. Uncle is worried about lack of a good freeze.
Oh, that reminds me of something that startled me this past summer. My uncle is wired. Seriously, his tractors are now GPS driven. It shouldn't surprise me, since he's one of the few successful family farmers left in the area (rest are tenants of Monsanto and ilk,) and he's accomplished that by innovation and adoption, and is doing well. But Uncle C... the last sort of person you'd expect to speak gps and satellites. He's a drawling, farmertanned, sunburnt midwesterner, still wearing Navy issue 1970s-era glasses.
And, um... there are ants living in my keyboard. AHRg.
Kristen - Jan 11, 2006 5:29:19 pm PST #9360 of 10002
I love this. Enough to almost make me wish I remembered how to knit.
bon bon - Jan 11, 2006 5:32:06 pm PST #9361 of 10002
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
Project Runway: Now the scene I saw being filmed last spring makes a helluva lot more sense! (Tim repeatedly walking past a bunch of dancing models in windows carrying a ballot box.)
Cass - Jan 11, 2006 5:40:12 pm PST #9362 of 10002
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 remember I found it after doing a search on something kinda off-colour, but damned if I know what or when now.This, sadly, is not going to be specific enough for our judges.
Consuela - Jan 11, 2006 5:52:31 pm PST #9363 of 10002
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix
Ants! Me too -- every time I sit in the living room with the laptop I get an ant crawling across the keyboard. I suspect they're after the heat.
I hope.
billytea - Jan 11, 2006 6:32:26 pm PST #9364 of 10002
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Not only has this day been dipped in molasses, it is now being mauled by three-toed sloths.
Two-toeds are crabbier.