Also there will be a run on the Tilde before spring.
Yeah, half of the tilde harvest was wiped out by the tilde weevil.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Also there will be a run on the Tilde before spring.
Yeah, half of the tilde harvest was wiped out by the tilde weevil.
What about the domestic brackets...I thought California ones were every bit as good as the French, but the French has more snob appeal.
vw, I got your giftie yesterday. I'm very excited to send it to you!
I suspect feel-copping
Good point. Who wouldn't want to grope vw?
I thought California ones were every bit as good as the French, but the French has more snob appeal.
That's marketing, babe. You gotta separate the yups from their green.
I knew you were mocking, Spidra. I was just being bitter at the situation.
Now you see why I need a special dispensation to use emoticons. Me so confused!
Honestly, that sucks, Betsy. I've got Edward Tufte's poster about PowerPoint hanging right outside my cube. [link]
Good to know...ok, then, fewer accents next time.
Good point. Who wouldn't want to grope vw?
And possibly soup-swiping as I suspect the soup isn't nearly as bad as she thinks.
Like, she's SURE its an F but its B+ soup. Like that.
Like, she's SURE its an F but its B+ soup. Like that.
Yeah, I would totally eat vw's F-minus soup based on previous calibrations of vw's standards.
No longer a grade whore - now a soup whore. That's my vw.
On the subject of evil PowerPoints (what?), K-Bug has to do them frequently for school. She did one on histiocytosis (the rare blood disease that she has) that came out very nice...I am so proud of her. All her treatment happened before she was 3, so she only knows of it through the stories we tell. It was good to have her research the disease herself and learn more about it. I get to be a visual/vocal aid for her presentation...after she gives the facts, I get to talk about the reality of discovering your kid has an orphan disease that doctors know very little about.