t shakes head sadly
He got the pretty and the mad skillz. Sadly, missed out *entirely* on the smart.
Let him do his thing, and then you get him out. No messing with him for laughs.
Mal ,'Ariel'
Spike's Bitches 28: For the Safety of Puppies...and Christmas!
[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.
Cass - Jan 28, 2006 4:19:11 pm PST #6562 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Steph L. - Jan 28, 2006 4:59:17 pm PST #6563 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
For you, Cass:
Go #3!
Really big PT fans.
PT before the race. (Yeah, blurry, so you'll just have to take my word for it....)
PT's victory lap. (Slightly less blurry.)
vw bug - Jan 28, 2006 5:02:53 pm PST #6564 of 10001
Mostly lurking...
Just finished the quilt top I started on Thursday: [link] I'm feeling very accomplished.
Cass - Jan 28, 2006 5:09:53 pm PST #6565 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
PT before the race. (Yeah, blurry, so you'll just have to take my word for it....)Sadly I can identify him as well. I might be a wee bit obssessed.
Pictures made me happy. Thank you.
Just finished the quilt top I started on ThursdayNot ugly! Vivid.
DavidS - Jan 28, 2006 7:10:05 pm PST #6566 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
So, Oakland A's FanFest Day turned out to be one of the worst days of Emmett's new year.
But then it got better.
I really should've researched this whole friggin' thing with MG beforehand.
See, it starts at 10am, but they start selling tickets to get autographs at 9am. And people start lining up at 7:30. So when we got there at 9:45? Hunormous line. But Emmett is still pretty chipper. We're hanging out in line, and he's Super Incredibly Excited to meet (Hall of Famer) Dennis Eckersley and get his autograph. He's bouncing on his feet with excitement.
Can you see where this is going?
Guy with a bullhorn comes down the line: "Tickets for the Dennis Eckersley autograph signing have been sold out."
His face fell. His shoulders fell. Huge tears are trickling down his face. It was a most abject scene.
I sent Emmett and EM into the Coliseum to distract him with bobbleheads and Mt. Dew while JZ and I wait in line (for hours, in the very cold, very rainy weather) to get tickets to the remaining autograph sessions.
We get periodic updates via cell phone from EM. "He's still pretty bummed."
After two hours we're up to the front of the line, right in front of the access road. Most of the autograph sessions have sold out. We're hoping to get the last two ones. And guess who comes pulling up in a golf cart, being driven by security? Literally three feet away so that I can make eye contact and say, "Hey Dennis!"
But did I have the presence of mind to run over with a pen and a baseball and accost him while the golf cart was stopped? No.
It was just God rubbing a little salt in the wound. We finally make it up to the window and they only have one session left with Dan Haren and Dan Johnson left. Emmett likes both of them so we get our tickets. Emmett had wanted to do at least three different autograph sessions but now we're settling for one.
But we call them in the Coliseum and track them down. Emmett's now in a good mood. His Mom has bought him about $100 of vintage A's memorabilia and when she mentioned the tragic tale of woe in the gift shop, a guy whipped out his card, told her he was the photographer for the event, and would get a signed photo of Eckersley later in the day and sell it to her. Plus Emmett was very happy to have the one autograph session.
So the day was salvaged and Emmett was happy in the end. But for about two hours this morning it looked like...get up early on an off-weekend for me, drive across to the East Bay, stand in a cold rain for two hours to make my son cry piteously with huge disappointment. Not your ideal weekend.
Trudy Booth - Jan 28, 2006 7:26:38 pm PST #6567 of 10001
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
He got the pretty and the mad skillz. Sadly, missed out *entirely* on the smart.
Kissed one too many walls.
Golly I need the Speed chanel
Cass - Jan 28, 2006 7:36:42 pm PST #6568 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Kissed one too many walls.And the skanks. Don't forget the skanks.
You really do need Speed. 13 hours of Daytona baybeeeeeee. I'm watching delayed but you should google the driver list for this race. It's got *everyone* driving - IRL, Champ Car, NASCAR, all of the road racers who are also fabulous...
Trudy Booth - Jan 28, 2006 7:39:13 pm PST #6569 of 10001
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
you're making me cwy
what are they driving?
Cass - Jan 28, 2006 8:05:36 pm PST #6570 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Cass - Jan 28, 2006 8:06:43 pm PST #6571 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Two types of sports cars. Daytona Prototype which have basically nothing to do with street cars and Grand Touring which are based on street cars. Fenders but nothing like stock cars. The DPs are faster then the GTs and, with sixty cars starting the race, there is passing like craxy.
Um, Speed's Web site should have some explanation and there is a GrandAm (Grand American?) Web site but I don't have any addy for it. I would be linking but I am watching delayed so I don't want to get spoiled.
But go and find the entry list and boggle at the talent.