Apparently New Orleans was hit by a tornado last night
Hot damn.
Allyson, you don't have to include a stick. I have some stuff I can use.
'Serenity'
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Apparently New Orleans was hit by a tornado last night
Hot damn.
Allyson, you don't have to include a stick. I have some stuff I can use.
ita, you know the area. It hit the airport in Kenner, and then came through Metairie and moved up West End. That's...that's very nearly between my parents' house and my grandparents' house.
I am getting rather tired of this.
I am getting rather tired of this.
Unnf. No shit. Did it do much damage?
They say the damage to the airport was "minimal", which seems to equal 2.5 million.
I think it hit some houses that were already damaged -- that area of West End and Harrison was hit pretty hard to begin with. I just...as long as my family's okay, that's sort of all I can deal with.
that's sort of all I can deal with
God, perfectly fair.
And for a moment of whiplash:
I'm listening to the Tim Gunn podcast from last night's episode. He's adorable, and a lot more sensible than the judges.
I just discovered I'm two degrees from Michael Rosenbaum. I knew one of the instructors who used to be in my group was the voice of some burger chain (Carl's Jr?) but yesterday someone mentioned he was in An American Werewolf in Paris so I hit up IMDB. He was in Zoe, Duncan, Jack & Jane! Rock.
Dana, I'm glad your family is okay. Poor New Orleans.
Does Italy not announce the ever-amusing state of "concubinage" like they do in France?
Does this term (with which I fell in insta-love) mean the couple was living together before marriage, or what? Also, can't you just hear Xander talking about concubinage?
I just discovered I'm two degrees from Michael Rosenbaum.
You have been since you've known me, sweets.
Now I'm worried that brain will take over, or something, imposing its primal needs on me.
It can be threatened back into submission, though.
GUT BRAIN: Wake up! Feed me!
BRAIN: I know a bar nearby that's open. It serves Irish food.
GUT BRAIN: You win. Sleep tight.