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Natter 43: I Love My Dead Gay Whale Crosspost.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Hec, you must have one of Mr. J's bloody mary's. You'll never go back. Louisiana Crystal hot sauce and file on top. Yum.
Hec, you must have one of Mr. J's bloody mary's. You'll never go back. Louisiana Crystal hot sauce and file on top. Yum.
I'd love to! Is he coming to the F2F? Are you? Why not?!?
Ugh. This week was the longest week ever. Monday seems like it was two months ago. But now I am home and half watching Inspector Clousseau. The real one. Pity Steve Martin. Although the new Pink Panther did give me a lovely Beyonce earworm, so there's that. I should put it on my ipod. I'll be updating soon in celebration of the week finally ending.
BSG! MEEP!
We can't. I used most of my vacation on Mardi Gras. And now it looks like his grandmother is dying. So I don't get another fun vacation for a while.
You should come promote your books here. Our local weekly rag knows all about them.
Hmm. BSG. Bacon Sausage Grits? Actually, that sounds really good right now. I've been in the mood for breakfast food all day.
Battlestar Galactica. Season Finale tonight. damn good stuff.
oh! food. I should pause this and get some of that.
Battlestar Galactica. Season Finale tonight. damn good stuff.
You should join us in Boxed Set.
Also, ITA.
Timelies all!
The concert last night was fun despite the twit who would. not.sit.down. (Yes it's a concert, but why does the only person standing up and dancing in the section hafta be right in front of me? Probably for the same reason I always seem to get a person with a high pitched shriek sitting on the other side of me.) Oh, and Brian May fell in the piano pit which was kind of funny.(He wasn't hurt)