'Objects In Space'
[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.
Huh. The boxes are talking but this seems too ... easy?
I'll fuss with it tomorrow. See if I can really swap some things to tape and some to dvd. That kind of thing.
Right now I can watch everything without switching inputs. Go me.
Forgot to pick up tissue when I ran to the store. I'm just *that* smart. Currently sneezing damn fool head off and looking for a little purse-sized kleenex packet. Oh, and watching old Forever Knight eps. Because I am sort of smart. And he's hot.
Oh, and watching old Forever Knight eps. Because I am sort of smart. And he's hot.
I loved that show. I think Sci-fi used to show it a lot during the day. I used to come home at lunchtime every day and watch it while eating a Lean Cuisine.
As much as I love GWD, I often wonder how the series would have turned out with Rick Springfield.
Drive-by to share an article I just found about the hiring process at Google's cafeteria: [link]
For my trial, I was told to make a soup, salad, appetizer, entree, vegetarian entree and dessert. I prepared Steve's Google-icious Menu: edamame hummus, Bahamian chicken chowder, sun-dried tomato agnolotti with roasted mushroom fra diavolo sauce, Indonesian seared rock shrimp salad with Asian slaw, Ligurian stuffed petrale sole, giant baked stuffed portobellos with asiago cheese, baked tofu with mango-macadamia crust, streusel stuffed plums with candied ginger and balsamic pomegranate reduction.
I've eaten in DH's cafeteria at work. I suddenly feel cheated.
I feel cheated for eating in my own dining room.
But it's ironic, too, because the advocates don't know what she really thinks any more than anybody else does.
Erika, did you see the link I posted yesterday, that was a link from the page that Hec linked?
I feel cheated for eating in my own dining room.
Tomorrow I shall cook a dijon mustard-crusted rack of lamb with potato and kumara gratin. That menu sounds nifty, yet shall I fear no cuisine, for I shall have lamb.
Cripes. I set up the electric kettle to heat water for coffee, and then forgot all about it for like twenty minutes.
Good thing I also forgot to plug it in.
Do I even need to say gronk at this point?
Gronk back atcha brenda.
So, yesterday, at the tea place, I was working on my independent study incomplete. I got much done. Only, I just realized that when my computer ran out of battery, I lost a page of what I'd written. Ugh.