I love the name of Willie Nelson's new song: "Cowboys Are Frequently, Secretly (Fond of Each Other)"
I think it's the brackets that get me.
Can't drink, smoke, diddle my willy. Doesn't leave much to do other than watch you blokes stumble around playing Agatha Christie.
Spike ,'The Cautionary Tale of Numero Cinco'
Natter 42, the Universe, and Everything
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.
§ ita § - Feb 15, 2006 11:20:42 am PST #7401 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Steph L. - Feb 15, 2006 11:21:44 am PST #7402 of 10002
I look more rad than Lutheranism
This kitty's gone to heaven...
Thank you SO MUCH for the Pixies earworm.
I was JUST coming here to post that!
ION, some co-worker brought in leftover Valentine's Day cupcakes with, like, 10 inches of frosting on each cupcake, and even though they're leftover, they're still really good, and I've had 2 so far and am riding a SERIOUS sugar buzz. I anticipate an ugly crash right around the time I hop in the car to go home.
bon bon - Feb 15, 2006 11:29:25 am PST #7403 of 10002
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
What's the name of that website that monitored and checked the accuracy of claims made during the last presidential election? I swear it was mentioned during a debate, too.
sarameg - Feb 15, 2006 11:29:42 am PST #7404 of 10002
When I lived up in the mountains at a telescope facility, our trash cans were the metal sort. Mounted off the ground in custom built holders (to keep the bears and raccoons and mountain lions and skunks and whatnot from knocking them over,) had the lids custom filled (so as to be heavier to prevent raccoons from knocking them off) and a chain looped through the handles on the side and the lid handle (to prevent the raccoons who were involved in doping scandals and the occasional bear from lifting them off.)
We routinely were picking up trash. Those raccoons were scary smart.
§ ita § - Feb 15, 2006 11:30:33 am PST #7405 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
libkitty - Feb 15, 2006 11:34:48 am PST #7406 of 10002
Embrace the idea that we are the leaders we've been looking for. Grace Lee Boggs
Yeah. Bears and raccoons will get into just about anything. My town ended up buying these special cans that are bolted to cement on four corners and you have to push a lever to open the lid. They seem to work pretty well, but if I remember correctly they costs thousands of dollars each. I saw some like ours near Seal Rock in San Francisco.
Wild animals. They're not just cute and cuddly.
bon bon - Feb 15, 2006 11:36:43 am PST #7407 of 10002
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
Factcheck.org?
That looks like the thing. Thanks!
DXMachina - Feb 15, 2006 11:37:24 am PST #7408 of 10002
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.
I love the name of Willie Nelson's new song: "Cowboys Are Frequently, Secretly (Fond of Each Other)"
It's a cover, so the song itself isn't all that new.
juliana - Feb 15, 2006 11:38:28 am PST #7409 of 10002
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
Bears and raccoons will get into just about anything.
Don't forget the moose. Champion lock-pickers, those ungulates are.
sarameg - Feb 15, 2006 11:43:41 am PST #7410 of 10002
The raccoons were always trying to break into the house. I'd wake up with a freaked out cat trying to hide in my head and there would be these beady eyes peering through the screen, poking fingers into the rips. They'd moved a tree stump to the window for just that purpose. I'd usually just sit up and chatter at them for a little while before going back to sleep. They were pretty funny too. When they'd hear/see me, there would be this mad scramble of raccoons trying to get the best view, which meant a tower of raccoons that frequently tumbled. They were quite used to people up there.