How are your eyes these days, tommyrot?
My bad eye is gradually improving. Still too soon to determine how much vision I'll regain, but it's alreay improved a fair amount.
Angel ,'Conviction (1)'
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How are your eyes these days, tommyrot?
My bad eye is gradually improving. Still too soon to determine how much vision I'll regain, but it's alreay improved a fair amount.
Ok-- strangely, a lot of those cats DO look like Hitler.
Though a lot of them are also strikingly Chaplinesque. Sadly, none of the 'staches I've seen on that site (yet -- haven't looked too far) are quite big enough to qualify as Groucho.
I realized that I was thinking about Wilford Brimley for no apparent reason.
He scares me. He was in some movie or tv show in which he played a really mean old man and that stuck with me. Now whenever he's in a role where he's a kindly old grandpa type (wasn't he in Quaker Oats commercials too?) I don't trust him. I keep expecting evil from him.
I really need to write up these meeting minutes and don't wanna.
(wasn't he in Quaker Oats commercials too?)
Yes. this is what I was thinking about-- he says diabetes very weird (di a be tuhs.) I think I may have actually gone to this thread of thought because I couldn't decide whether or not to get a cookie
Rapidly progressing headcold? Check.
Woke up really late and still had to do laundry to have something to wear to work today? Check.
Managed to drop quarters all over laundry room floor, and then couldn't get the damn door to stay open after closing it to get that last quarter behind the door? Check.
Well then, it must be Monday. Blargh.
Karma police, arrest this girl, her hitler kitty, is making me feel ill
Though a lot of them are also strikingly Chaplinesque.
There needs to be a movie of one of those cats playing with a globe-colored ball....
How is the new place working out, Kathy?
tommy, I thought of you at lunch --in the classified ads someone is giving away their 8 yr old Sphynix.
Holy crapola, this is a doozy of a storm.
Mister Kitty has an elvis sneer. It makes me laugh.
My bad eye is gradually improving. Still too soon to determine how much vision I'll regain, but it's alreay improved a fair amount.
Excellent news!