Fighting in the buff scares me, possibly because I have too many faces to put to the testicles.

I'm not sure I'd kick as many guys in the crotch if they were nekkid. I'd certainly punch fewer.

What you need is someone else to lick you. FYI.

I knew there was something I was forgetting.

I am so sad. I did low key socialising this evening, and I tire out so quickly. I'm so fucked when it comes to my brown belt test in January. I still plan on taking it, but that bitch is going to hurt.

Another thing about the Alias episode -- Sark forgoes his paycheque with a nod to Rachel Nichols.

Hey, hog butchers to the world are very trustworthy.

t looks askance at tommyrot, who lives near Chicago, and is thereby suspect

CRAP! Our Alias did not record well. It looks like crap. AM SAD.

I think we need cable. But I think I'm going to have a drink....

I think we need cable. [...] I think I'm going to have a drink.

Do not drunk-dial the cable people. Kat!

That is every kind of wrong.

Thanks Gus! There's a long way to go from drink to drunk in my world though.

My lord. I got that TiVo update that allows me to see my Yahoo photos on my TV. It's weird! But Emeline and Aimée are on my TV right now.

<looks askance at tommyrot, who lives near Chicago, and is thereby suspect>

Hey, I live in Chicago, hence I'm more trustworthy.

OK.

However. If there is a wine glass near your mouse, and you are about to give someone a piece of your mind ...

GO FOR IT!

My last was directed to Kat.

tommyrot lives in Chicago. We shall trust him anyway, because of his community participation. No, really!

Some of us will.

Oh, Numbers is just so adorable sometimes. It's my warm fuzzy show. Aside from the crime and stuff, that is.