I inflated the cat without a) spraying fluid all over the apartment and b) without him leaking like you wouldn't believe! Yay!
The Kinetic Sculpture race is tomorrow. Maybe I'll go goggle at that before I get my hair cut.
I want to torture you. I used to love it, and it's been a long time. I mean, the last time I tortured someone, they didn't even have chainsaws.
Angel ,'Chosen'
Natter .44 Magnum: Do You Feel Chatty, Punk?
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.
sarameg - May 05, 2006 2:03:18 pm PDT #5673 of 10002
msbelle - May 05, 2006 2:05:30 pm PDT #5674 of 10002
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
FIFI!
sarameg - May 05, 2006 2:08:16 pm PDT #5675 of 10002
Her poor waterlogged and bedraggled self is on the front page of the race's site: [link]
Man, that was sucky weather.
Sean K - May 05, 2006 2:08:36 pm PDT #5676 of 10002
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty
For no reason, two recent examples of corporations blatantly trying to kill us:
- 7-Eleven now has a line of sandwiches made between two slices of pizza. For those of you who really really hate your heart, arteries and digestive system.
- And now there's a super-strength antacid commercial, featuring the theme song to Welcome Back, Kotter, whose main thrust is "don't stop eating the foods that are rushing you headlong into a massive heart attack, use a stronger antacid instead."
Hil R. - May 05, 2006 2:12:24 pm PDT #5677 of 10002
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
My weekend plan for tomorrow is just hanging around and resting my wrist. possibly watchig deadwwod dvds or something. sunday, wool festival.
Lee - May 05, 2006 2:14:07 pm PDT #5678 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Yay for sucessful cat inflation, Sarameg!
JZ - May 05, 2006 2:14:24 pm PDT #5679 of 10002
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Weekend plans:
Tomorrow: Little League game for Emmett at 12:30, which my Portland brother will be attending, yay! Then to mom's house for dinner.
Sunday: Church for me, followed by laziness or possible ambling through the park playing tennis-ball catch if it stops being so gray. Hec and Emmett will go for straight-up lazy and catch.
There will likely be burritos in there somewhere as well, and possibly Italian sodas.
The forecast definitely calls for lots and lots of sleep, with a slight possibility of mattress-shopping. Two nights ago Hec and I were jolted awake at 2:15 by some asshole ringing our doorbell for no reason, and last night we were attacked by the mattress and slept a total of maybe 6 hours between us. The mattress has gone well past old and tired into a state of active rage that we're still using it, and is now deliberately thwarting our every attempt at loss of consciousness. It's war. It's the mattress or us, and we're the ones with brains and credit cards, dammit.
aurelia - May 05, 2006 2:15:59 pm PDT #5680 of 10002
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
Sean, perhaps the parent corporations have diversified to include funeral homes.
P.M. Marc - May 05, 2006 2:23:15 pm PDT #5681 of 10002
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
It's Friday. I have 1.5hrs to go.
I am cranky, I am bored, I am feeling weirdly like chopped liver, and I have no chocolate.
Send Help.
sarameg - May 05, 2006 2:23:28 pm PDT #5682 of 10002
Devi is such a walnut brain. She tried to bite me. Through the glass. All she got for her troubles was a bonk on the nose. She seemed surprised.