( continues...) surrounded by boxes of carniverous plants.
How utterly splendid! Well, assuming that the plants are of modest stature. Anything larger than a shetland pony would warrant concern, I think.
Sigh. Futurama has brainslugs and Zim has brainworms. Get with the program.
Oh my God. Don't you just want to pinch his cheeks? BLESS the Tom, with his world-weary corrections of our geekly failings.
And then my brain falls into a ditch and lies there spinning its wheels helplessly.
Jesus. And now I want to marry JZ all over again. (Er...not that I married her already, evidently, because I think Hec would have noticed - more that I've been overwhelmed with the urge to sweep her off to Gretna Green for a runaway marriage more than once in the past. Although I suppose, in the circumstances, Canada would be a more viable location for such a wedding. Hmm.)
Dharma Trading Co. has plain white silk parasols that you could decorate with fabric paints and add trim to, if you wanted. [link]
...but, but they are The Bad People from LOST, surely? I don't think I'd quite trust any of their parasols.
It's hot! It's crazy hot in San Francisco. It's... ::goes to check:: 71! OMG, I might die.
...was outside around lunch time, it was 87 or so according to the bank clock, but it felt hotter. blergh. I'm thinking I need a parasol for the icky walk up from the parking lot to the building.
FWIW, it's 79 degrees in Cairo right now – but it IS 2.10am. During the day we’re looking at around 100.
I have two baby kittens sleeping by the computer right now AIFG.
Kittens! Yay!
Ok, for quadruple digits, I want my parasol to come with a very stout, custom-made steel shaft, that can, as Amelia Peabody Emerson's did, serve as a weapon.
Fuck that; for quadruple digits, I want my parasol to come with a round the world 'plane ticket and a hot Canadian.
Nyeeeaahh!!! He mentioned his penis!
(1) Ick and (2) this is the Universe's way of telling you to back away from his match dot com correspondence. It can only get scarier. And (3) Ick.