'Sleeper'
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.
And "Scrubs" is filming again. It's nice that I can stalk ZB on my home from my therapist.
Don't tell the therapist, of she'll try to convince you it isn't "healthy" or "legal" or whatever. Also, please feel free to stalk John C. McGinley (who t incentive imdb reports is a good friend of John Cusack's t /incentive ) on my behalf, but you must report back to me.
feel free to stalk John C. McGinley (who imdb reports is a good friend of John Cusack's ) on my behalf, but you must report back to me.
Not a problem. I live to serve.
Public toilet with see-through walls: [link]
OK, the walls are two-way mirrors, but still - check out the pictures.
That's freaky, tommyrot.
I'll your number is passed from student to student, and possibly also given out by the people who would othewise have to do what you do as part of their job.
A big part of the problem is there is no one with that job. Not in a supervisory capacity anyway. And I'm the one who set up their system since I was around when they bought it. I'll have to start telling them to call the dept. chair since he teaches the design class.
Baking today, recipe testing for Cook's Illustrated. So far, I've learned two things:
1. Properly browned butter smells so fucking delicous it can make you dizzy.
2. Using the burners on my oven as a substitute cooling rack for cookies? Not really optimum. For several reasons, not the least of which being that I just caught the dog strolling out of the kitchen with a cookie in her mouth.
Just think of Lucy as your taste tester.
In that case, success! I'm not sure her standards are all that high, though.
That height study totally explains why I'm so freaking smart.
I felt like they were trying too hard to accomplish the right blend of quirk/snark/heart stuff they used to do, naturally.
That doesn't really surprise me, I guess. I will definitely check out the Comedy Central reruns.
I have new glasses. The woman at the glasses store said my old frames were hopeless, but sold me new frames for $100 and popped the old lenses right in. So that's something. Now I think I hate the new ones, but I always think that. At least I can see. And I have the broken frames and will try to superglue them back together, for the hell of it.
BTW, after watching the Psyche finale, I've decided that Gus must or perhaps should be a Buffista.
Emmy watch and post, people?
I've been on my feet too long today. And yet not everything done I wanted.