Oh, kat, I meant to say that I liked V a lot and really want to see it again.
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.
Darn it! That's what happens when you edit. Horns of a dilemma and all that.
Google Maps hack with every bar in NYC. (Probably not as complete as the authors' claim, so let's just say it maps most of the bars in NYC. Many of the bars. Some bars.)
I find South Park totally unwatchable, but I'm falling a little in love with Parker and Stone, just on principle.
I'm torn between loving anybody with the stones to take the piss out of Scientology to that degree, and partly curious if they've finally picked the wrong group on whom to pull their thumb-nosing, arrogant jackhole routine. Much like I'm torn between between finding them funny and finding them...well...arrogant jackholes. Part of me wouldn't mind seeing them take a serious metaphoric ass-whupping, if only to give them a little sense of perspective.
So, if I were to go outside, grab a flamethrower, and torch every damn thing in North Carolina that produced pollen, just how much of my gardening cred do you think I'd lose? Because my sinuses feel like they're taking up about 640% of my headspace right now. Ugh.
Perkins, my cats don't pee in their carrier, so sad for you that yours do.
That cat is kinda scary looking IMHO.
He looks worried, if you ask me.
I think the kitty is thinking: "Please. Keep me away from sparks and open flames."