It was last week's con that I didn't get.
Ah. Suddenly, I can't remember last week's ep. Remind me what it was about? I remember now. I ended up handwaving
a lot of the fine points of British banking law, and just focused on the doublecross.
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.
It was last week's con that I didn't get.
Ah. Suddenly, I can't remember last week's ep. Remind me what it was about? I remember now. I ended up handwaving
a lot of the fine points of British banking law, and just focused on the doublecross.
Two little girls competing (well, one is, anyway. I can practically see the older-T- rolling her eyes) is exhausting.
I am having flashbacks of a guy I dated in highschool who had twin little sisters, who were a riot, but PHEW!
On Hustle, I think they'd make a distinction between an honest man and a good man.
OMG, is anyone else watching So You Think You Can Dance? Because this opening, while very un-them, is awesome! All zombie dancing corsets or something! Love!
Recalling how I was with my friend's older brothers (who were just the COOLEST when we were preteens and they were in high school. Who were on the FOOTBALL TEAM! With TRUCKS! And GIRLFRIENDS!).. um, yeah.
T is roughly 2 years older than her friend, and it is apparent. Friend is 9 going on 13, whereas T is a sometimes absurdly grown up 11. She's got a lot of poise and is very, very well spoken.
OMG, is anyone else watching So You Think You Can Dance?
I am, only not right now. I'm off to movies tonight, and am now convinced I should set the VCR. Yes, that was VCR, not DVR. I am such a Luddite.
OMG, is anyone else watching So You Think You Can Dance? Because this opening, while very un-them, is awesome! All zombie dancing corsets or something! Love!
Shoot, I missed the opening dance! But I am very happy with the bottom two girls and guys.
My apartment has turned into cat trauma central.
Oh well.
who is up?
Lee -- Like a trauma ward, or like trauma-inducing?
I fell asleep on the couch. Which I expected to do because I've done that all week. But this time I left the TV on, tuned to the Fine Living channel. And apparently they are doing a show where they toured really, really, nice houses that you can rent in exotic locations.
So I dreamed about visiting incredible houses. That part was neat, especially since I was just imagining the houses and they were very odd as a result. Then they visited a place in Hawaii, I think, and for some reason mentioned water volleyball -- at least I assume so, because in the dream I was playing something kinda like volleyball, but underwater. Deep underwater. Without scuba equipment or anything. Which was fine until I realized that I should probably be drowning, at which point suddenly I was.
So I'm very up. And inhaling more deeply than usual.
OK, if I were fascist dictator, I'd require that all students take at least one class in logic and how to recognize logical fallacies.
If you were George Bush a fascist dictator, that's the last thing you'd want.