Guns don't shoot people. Dick Cheney shoots people.
In an unrelated note, this is just sweet. U.S. champuon snowboarder Shaun White
screwed up his first of two qualifying runs.
With his three other snowboarders safely advancing to the final, Keene grabbed his own snowboard and took White by the arm during the break between the two qualifying runs, sensing exactly what a teenager under stress needed. With White in tow, Keene marched to a chairlift, and the two went on a 45-minute joy ride, snowboarding over the back hills of the resort area of Bardonecchia for the sheer fun of it, well out of view of the swarms of reporters and fidgety competitors.
Now *that* is what it's supposed to be all about.
He did just fine on the second run.
Bork has more actual chin hair than I remembered.
Also, I've now used up my quota of Bork-visualization for the rest of the century.
It's not even an Amish, which is what I think Bork has. It's sub-Amish. There's nothing on the point of his chin.
Oh, I've seen that. Really squicky for some reason.
I have to go to a production meeting for my next big show. This is going to be the schedule meeting where we all fight for the time that we need in the theatre. I just don't feel like doing it today.
Bleh, gonna be a boring afternoon.
is this pretty tattoed boy?
Nope - he and I are just friends right now (we're sort of in the same mental space, and actually like each other, so anything further would be detrimental). This is another boy - he's friends with one of my bartender friends.
And thanks, guys. It is to blush.
Bizzare facial hair = Teh Creepy.
With his three other snowboarders safely advancing to the final, Keene grabbed his own snowboard and took White by the arm during the break between the two qualifying runs
Fantastic. I saw Shaun's runs, too. Beautiful.
flea, perhaps it's an attempt at an upside-down mohawk?
What does it say above the Vice President's door?
Two men enter. One man leaves.
BF is going to Atlanta to cover some automotive event tomorrow, so I'll be hanging around with the dogs and watching TV on V-Day. We don't have an anniversary (due to the ENDLESS start-and-stop nature of the beginning of our relationship), so V-Day is our official "day," and I should be bummed, but I am kinda looking forward to lazing around in my jammies and watching various chick flicks I have Netflixed.
I made a big anti-Vday speech to the new Fella early on...sensing there might be some pressure to preform even though we are so new (and v.v. happy, by the by). When I finally exhaled from my screed about being a florist and seeing the dark, destructive underbelly of the corporate holiday, Fella paused and said,"Um. Okay. Heard all that. And I already made plans to take that night off."
Me: K. This'll be fun!
t /schizo
