Mmmm, my mental roadtrip is Fairbanks to Anchorage. 350 miles, 6 to 6.5 hours, 3 gas stations, 1 honkin' big mountain range. We must have made that trip once every two weeks or so in the summers after we got our drivers licenses, once just to see Much Ado About Nothing in the theater. This was, of course, back when gas was still hovering around $1 - $1.25/gallon.
Natter 46: The FIGHTIN' 46
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 dislike eating in the car, and I'm also not a fan of car trips long enough to require it.
The last time I drove with a cat in the car and not in a cage, the cat insisted she had to be in the one place I wouldn't let her go - on the floor by my feet (and the gas and brake pedals).
In my experience this is a cat universal, except for the totally deaf one who liked to go on rides in the car. Somehow they understand it is the one place in the car you really don't want them to be, so they insist upon trying to wedge their bodies into that space.
We turned annoying into an art form.
Snerk.
whoops
I'm with amy.
However, y'all made me go get Twizzlers.
On the bus, I like popcorn and diet coke or sprite, but that's my go-to snack anywhere, any time.
Huh.
WASHINGTON - A federal judge Thursday ordered tobacco companies Thursday to admit they lied about the harmful effects of smoking cigarettes and to warn consumers in advertisements and packaging that tobacco is addictive.
U.S. District Judge Gladys Kessler ruled that the industry conspired for decades to deceive the public about the dangers of smoking and now must pay to help smokers kick the habit.
Someone is making a documentary about old computer text-based adventure games called "Get Lamp": [link]
I'd eat a seven course meal in the car if I had to. Mess doesn't bother me.
Honey Wheat Thins. Yum.
Zombie versus Pirate pub crawl is genius.
I'm waiting for the Astronaut vs Caveman pub crawl.