Typo Boy has shown me that the inside of my brain is like PBS. Turns off at night. I don't even remember the last time I had a dream.
Natter 45: Smooth as Billy Dee Williams.
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.
Any ideas for a cheap gift for someone going on a Hawaiian vacation? I.e., my father and not a hawaiian shirt and possibly orderable from amazon?
That sounds interesting... I have been having more dreams lately than usual. I had one that I found similarly interesting about three girls who were on the run from some sort of secret apolcalyptic thing and were hiding out in a mall and parking garage.
Snorkel?
Heh. Snorkel. What a fun word. Snorkel snorkel snorkel!
One of the less serialized tour books, or masses of sunscreen and a silly beach towel.
Surely there's a Rough Guide: Hawaii out there?
Surely there's a Rough Guide: Hawaii out there?
Oh dear lord I've been around these parts too long, since I read this as Rough Trade: Hawaii. Really, REALLY scary.
me, too, Frank. I also thought nothing of it until you just pointed it out!
I went to middle school with a kid named Torkel (I believe he was scandinavian). I embarassed myself when a friend whispered "snorkel Torkel" in my ear during a chorus concert.