My generic recommendation is getting hot & sour soup from your local Chinese food purveyor. Because it's made of magic & fairy dust and ground-up elves and stuff. Or so I hear.
Not Keebler elves, I hope. Because they taste like ass.
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.
My generic recommendation is getting hot & sour soup from your local Chinese food purveyor. Because it's made of magic & fairy dust and ground-up elves and stuff. Or so I hear.
Not Keebler elves, I hope. Because they taste like ass.
Hey, did I tell you that I'm coming out to a conference in Seattle in June?
No, but keen! Keep me posted.
I'm assuming I remember correctly and that you're on the west coast. And I'm assuming that I get the joke, come to think of it.
Oh, yeah. You get the joke. His full name is, in fact, Marion Beary.
My generic recommendation is getting hot & sour soup from your local Chinese food purveyor. Because it's made of magic & fairy dust and ground-up elves and stuff. Or so I hear.
This is my usual way of dealing with colds, because the ground-up elves really do the trick, but this one came with a side order of unable to deal with anything more tasty than Cream of Wheat for the first couple of days.
No, real elves taste more ephemeral.
this one came with a side order of unable to deal with anything more tasty than Cream of WheatThis makes me think of the Bill Cosby routine about a lump cream of wheat. Which leads me to the Cosby routine about the chicken heart that ate New York City. Which leads me to thinking that his mention of Jell-O in that bit was remarkably prescient given his later endorsement. Which, while interesting, is irrelevant to... well, everything.
God almighty, I'd better go to bed. Tomorrow I'll be properly depressed, because I'll be running on 6 hours of sleep. Oh well.
"Scripture also says 'Render unto Caesar what Caesar demands.' And right now, Caesar demands a building permit," County Commission Chairman Mike Whitehead said.
That is beautiful.
Timelies. Why do I have to work for a living? Just doesn't seem fair.
Looking at this list of 'weird' mental disorders, I'm struck by how weird some of them are, and how weird some of them are not.
Why do I have to work for a living? Just doesn't seem fair.
I patently agree. Is this nature or nurture? I mean, did we evolve into shiftless human beings (okay, talking for me), or did my parents do me wrong?
Of course, it couldn't just be my fault. How unlikely is that?
I've been watching Hustle for 2 or 3 months, I'm assuming that it was already run in England.
S1/2 aired on the BBC back in 04/05, and S3 is airing now.
(Utterly random and petty aside, it irks me when networks call a bought-in program "A [network] original series." AMC did not produce Hustle, and SciFi did not produce Doctor Who, damnit.)
Okay, I have a fear of that website reading my IP address, and telling me which passion.com members are near my town, and showing me lots of cleavage pictures.
How the winner was chosen on West Wing.
Hustle must have prompted Thief's shot in the arm, then.
when networks call a bought-in program "A [network] original series." AMC did not produce Hustle, and SciFi did not produce Doctor Who, damnit.)
Hell, I'm still a little twitchy about Sci Fi calling Stargate: SG1 their original, even though they've been producing it for yonks. It just sounds like they made the whole thing up. Their original originals are few and far between.
it is morning. I am not pleased, and yet I seem to be functioning ok.
It is sunny and crisp outside. I would have loved to take the day off, but coming in was probably best. The boss is stressed, it appears, and there is much to do. I think a long walk at lunch though.
Cthulhulaboo
Heh. This somehow earwormed me with Trio: Cthuluroolaroolaroo, is it an old one or is it new.
edited to better approximate original.