Heh.
Chicago needs a slayer....
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, flaming otters, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Heh.
Chicago needs a slayer....
ita, are you around?
Do you have any druthers about linking to provocateuse? I'm not going to post a photo, but I would like to do an t a href link in my livejournal to one of your pages (handson.provocateuse.com/show/kiefer_sutherland) Does that hurt your bandwidth, or something, or otherwise go against your preferences?
Gronklies!
God bless aspirin and caffeine, is all I have to say about this AM.
Oh, and also bless not having to work. That would have just been the cherry on the Sundae of discontent.
The guy punched out the window of the train? Good lord.
I burned the top of my mouth on my breakfast -- toast with melted cheese. My life is hard.
I tell people that cheese is bad, but do they ever listen? ::shakes head::
I never liked cats much. Then Mother moved into my barn.
I found this story moving - we always had a bunch of barn cats (that were not allowed in the house). I always loved them, and felt bad that they often had short lives due to accidents with cows, cars, farm machinery, etc....
Before Mother, I was never much drawn to cats. They seemed slithery and remote. I have a farm, and cats didn't appear to be useful.
I am partial to working dogs—especially border collies and Labradors—that can herd sheep, fetch sticks, hike with me, cuddle on the sofa, and swim in nearby streams. I didn't really get having an animal you couldn't herd sheep or take a walk with.
Then the rats came.
Cindy, linking to the page is a-okay.
Cheese is god--you need to treat it with respect, but the rewards are great.
Cheese is god--you need to treat it with respect, but the rewards are great.
Also, cheese can sense fear.
Cindy, linking to the page is a-okay.
Oh, goodie! Thanks, ita.
Cheese-lovers!