I can pop in on Monday.
Seriously, don't worry about it. I'll be home first thing Tuesday. Yay red eye.
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.
I can pop in on Monday.
Seriously, don't worry about it. I'll be home first thing Tuesday. Yay red eye.
Teppy, I love your squalorous (is too a word) little soul. Or maybe that's the wine talking. I'm not sure, but my neck isn't hurting and you made me laugh.
Teppy, I thought those were Lutherans, not butternut squash.
She squashed lutherans?!! That's not very nice!
Nononono. She buttered the Lutherans.
A link more for billytea than most other Buffistas: a giant centipede eating a bat. Yes, it is as creepy as it sounds.
Hee. "Giant bat-eating centipede. No, not Ann Coulter."
I'm very impressed. This is no coincidence, the thing's actively hunting (well, ambushing) them.
and before I knew it -- lo! I was growing produce IN MY GARBAGE DISPOSAL. I am a disgusting human being.
Are you kidding? That's AWESOME!! And probably good for the environment. Your drain is the Circle of Life!
BTW, you appeared in a dream I had last night. You skinned your knee when you fell down a hill. I feel I should apologise for that or something. (I spent most of the dream disputing a reckless driving charge. Unrelated.)
Nononono. She buttered the Lutherans.
Well, she buttered their nuts, prior to squashing them. There's probably a name for it. (I'm thinking "AIEEEEE!!")
I've discovered that the one bonus of global warming is more months in which I can buy delicious farm-fresh summer tomatoes. I just paid $2 for a bag of 5 that are so sweet they taste like they've been cross-bred with plums. Between that and Maria's Christmas present, I'm currently eating the Salad of the Gods.
Where has all the testosterone gone?
Long time passing?
Where has all the testosterone gone?
Long time ago?
Where has all the testosterone gone?
Gone to foreign wars - every one!
When will they ever learn?
When will they eh-ehver learn?
Ah yes. Joan Baez, that font of testosterone. Or recepticle. Something like that.
See? Because Linklater trotted out every philosopical thought you had in your freshman year, then painted over it ...
Scanner Darkly is going to rock!