Forrest ,'Conversations with Dead People'
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.
Now, there was no big reason for me to have to make phone calls during, say, the no-power moments. But I just liked knowing I could.
I can use my cell phone when the power's out. The only thing that even vaguely concerns me is another 9/11 situation, when all the cell phones were fucked up, but I figure either I'm at work with landlines or I can use my neighbor's phone.
Oh, also
I... just couldn't write it that way. I can't even check my iPod, because I'm pretty sure I changed it during a grammatical hissy fit.
This and Steph's semicolon are why I love us.
HOLD ON TO THAT FEE-LAY-EE-AY-N!!!!
Heaven's just a funky moose. Although, truthfully, I saw this line and was like, "Fee, lay, ee, ay, en? Filet -- and a bunch of vowels? What does that have to do with robo-calls from politicians??"
Context is for wimps.
grammatical hissy fit
This is exactly the sort of thing I would do. If I had Poison on my not-Pod. Which I do not.
Is that better or worse than having an amused fondness for early Motley Crue
I used to hate the Crue but now I love the Crue. I had to find the love in order to do this:
with conviction this past weekend.
I have always loved my 80s rock, and my love remains pure. I even like many pieces of disco.
So there.
Although, truthfully, I saw this line and was like, "Fee, lay, ee, ay, en? Filet -- and a bunch of vowels?
Yeah, I tried to figure out what she was trying to spell too.
I can use my cell phone when the power's out.
You can, but the internet phone people can't. They can use their phone when your usual tower is out, but you might have difficulty.
I have always loved my 80s rock, and my love remains pure. I even like many pieces of disco.
sits next to Connie, gives her a copy of "My Secret Shame", the CD with songs from Poison, Whitesnake, Def Leppard, etc. that everyone says they hate, but always asks for a copy of.
I... just couldn't write it that way. I can't even check my iPod, because I'm pretty sure I changed it during a grammatical hissy fit.
SEE!!! Power ballads make the baby Chicago Manual cry.
You should totally move here! We have a french school and everything. And movies. Two things vital to your career.
This has been contemplated more than once. And every position in the Bay Area remotely connected to what I do gets a hit: Medieval history, Quebecois literature... sure, I can fake that!