I'm with the Js.
Hec, thanks for the link to those glamourous photos. I've just finished a delicate pillaging.
No. You're missing the point. The design of the thing is functional. The plan is not to shoot you. The plan is to get the girl. If there's no girl, then the plan, well, is like the room.
Early ,'Objects In Space'
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.
§ ita § - May 12, 2006 2:05:24 pm PDT #7034 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
juliana - May 12, 2006 2:07:52 pm PDT #7035 of 10002
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
Juliana, I am probably going to BART in tomorrow and then take the N Judah-- want to try to meet up at one of the stations?
Just saw this - sure! Embarcadero or Montgomery would work. What time?
Lee - May 12, 2006 2:59:48 pm PDT #7036 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
And I got called away by work.
9:15, at Montgomery, by the N Judah platform/stop?
Lee - May 12, 2006 3:05:40 pm PDT #7037 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Dear Mr. Paralegal Man,
Guess what? If you keep waiting an hour or so to give me assignments, after 4 or 5 times, the associates are going to figure out that you do so, and call me themselves.
Guess what else? If you email me after I've already finished the hour long project to tell me it needs to be done, I'm not the one who looks bad.
OKTHNXBYE
Me
P.S. EAT IT!
Allyson - May 12, 2006 3:10:58 pm PDT #7038 of 10002
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica
Okey. So I sent my SIL the Azaleas in a Handbag, and I got my mom two of these: [link]
Along with a shadow book she can enjoy with my nephew.
It's a traditional mother's day gift thing for me to send her something kitchy from a local artist through the MFA gift shop. This goes with the fish made of seaglass.
They wrap the stuff in white paper with a red satin bow and a little MFA pewter charm.
Burrell - May 12, 2006 3:17:01 pm PDT #7039 of 10002
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!
Hey! *Some* moms have FANTASTIC hair.
Yeah, moms who just got their hair cut. I've managed to get my hair cut just twice since Isaac was born. Seems I'm growing it long just by default.
But hey, at least Franny's curls are perfect. My son, on the other hand, his hair has been compared to Curt Cobain's. Not that I'm cutting it, however.
I just made a wee bouquet of roses from my own front yard. Imagine that!
Oh, and Franny's best friend is now a big sister too! I suspect we'll be spending tomorrow with said best friend, keeping her happy while her parents are at the hospital.
Jesse - May 12, 2006 3:17:52 pm PDT #7040 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
So pretty, Allyson.
Kick ass, Perkins.
OMTFG -- I just caught one of those Citibank identity theft ads, and realized, Hey! I have a Citibank credit card! And two Citibank bank accounts! Maybe they can help me. Edit: Oh, good, they want me to fill out the stupid affadavit before I call, and really they're only interested in their own stuff. Which makes sense, really.
Lee - May 12, 2006 3:37:18 pm PDT #7041 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I have 24 minutes left before I can leave.
Somebody entertain me! Please!
Atropa - May 12, 2006 3:40:03 pm PDT #7042 of 10002
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Somebody entertain me! Please!
I'm sorry, I have no entertaining left in me at the moment.
Wait, I know! Wanna help copy edit files! It's lotsa fun, trust me! What's that you say? That I look a trifle manic? Nonsense! That's just because I'm having so much fun copy editing!
Lee - May 12, 2006 3:42:02 pm PDT #7043 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Poor Jilli. There will definitely need to be chocolate for you next week.