Shoes that breathe.
Given that the link went to a scifi.com place, I was kind of hoping for something along the lines of Shoesquatch: You Won't Be Kicking Us Around Anymore. Still, shoes that breathe in their sense would also be nice. I'd wear those flats.
Would you wear these tights with them, Calli? Think of the time you'd save.
I love the idea of breathable shoes. It's ridiculous how comfortable Gore-Tex sneakers are, if I can have formal shoes with that feel, well, that would be pretty great.
Would you wear these tights with them, Calli?
Hmmm, at 9 £ a pair, only on special occasions. Especially since I can't think of a way to get the whipping cream and sweetener in there that isn't messy and/or porny.
Especially since I can't think of a way to get the whipping cream and sweetener in there that isn't messy and/or porny.
I'm doubly earwormed with "Cream" (by Prince) and "Pour Some Sugar on Me." I supposed I have no one to blame but myself.
They won't even let me look at those shoes. You have no idea how much of the internet is missing when the IT department refuses to update the Flash plugin.
I've been catching up on my tv. Did anything important happen in the last 20 minutes of 24?
I could've sworn I knew the baddie on The Unit, but IMDB tells me it wasn't Yasen. That really didn't seem like 13 episodes. I wonder if I missed some.
On Alias, I wish Anna had kept her accent.
I haven't gotten to Lost yet, and I think I lost the last half of Invasion.
ER... When Carter and Lucy were stabbed by a young Charlie Epps, was that a season ending cliff hanger? I don't remember the show ever ending a season with so many in so much peril. On the meta side, it makes me wonder if there are a number of contracts to be negotiated before next season.
I seem to remember the ER thing
in February.
I seem to remember the ER thing in February.
IMDB supports your memory. Yeah, I don't know why I was too lazy to look it up to begin with.
I don't know why I was too lazy to look it up to begin with.
The Internet. As it empowers us, it makes us lazy.
Both
my one o'clock meetings were cancelled. Which means I didn't really have to reschedule the third. And that I could have napped, or at least filled up my tank.
At least I emptied my TGIF card, and have purchased Anansi Boys. It's kinda weird, with the Bustamonte character in Gaiman's Preludes and Nocturnes from Jamaica, and another mention of the name in this book. One of our national heroes is named Bustmante, so every fibre of my body (now twice) shrieks at his spelling. It may very well be legit, but I can't help but seeing it as a typo.
eta:
Damn. I can't believe I ever worried about which bra (scroll down) to wear with which top. Go Britney!