Willow ,'Get It Done'
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'm really more of a pour booze in glass. Drink sort of person.
I had a friend get a screwdriver recipe named after him. Basically, you fill a glass with the vodka of your choice, open the refrigerator, show the orange juice to the glass of vodka, say "that was almost in you," and drink.
Maybe close the refrigerator door at some point.
Aimee, I'm sorry to hear about Joe's woes. Hope things turn around soon.
So after five hours at school cleaning out drawers and making files and organizing, then half-falling asleep while getting ready to leave, I run into the principal on the way out. I explain that I'm going home to nap. He suggests that I GO SEE THE CITY! NOW! With lots of detail about taking BART to a trolley to a bus to the bridge... god, I hate perky people.
Sad about Jack Palance, but he's had a pretty good run. Wasn't he half a billion years old already?
Oh, no! Jack!
ita, here it is on YouTube, for a quick fix:
Man, the audio of the 80s holds up much better than the visuals.
I had some sort of incident with Malibu rum in my dissolute youth, and can't go near the stuff.
Yesterday someone broke the leftover bottle of rum from the krav Halloween party. Everyone's freaking out at the alcohol smell, and I just felt at home. I was sad when they mopped it up.
I had a friend get a screwdriver recipe named after him. Basically, you fill a glass with the vodka of your choice, open the refrigerator, show the orange juice to the glass of vodka, say "that was almost in you," and drink.
Sounds similar to the (probably urban legend) Winston Churchill method for mixing a martini. (Fill a martini glass with gin while looking vaguely in the direction of the vermouth.)
Sad about Jack Palance, but he's had a pretty good run. Wasn't he half a billion years old already?
Half a billion SEEMS old -- until you are 499,999,999 and then...
(Fill a martini glass with gin while looking vaguely in the direction of the vermouth.)
I've seen at least one recipe that instructs you to wave the vermouth bottle over the glass of gin.
Some of my Wire-watching bunkies already passed on Madam Speaker's connection to the City that Bleeds, Hecubus. Still an awesome story, though, and almost makes up for that punk-assed bitch Mehlman being from there, too. Excuse me: Cheesefaced, punk-assed, bitch. And my mother has really got to quit saying "stupid sports guy,"(about Hayworth, who really was one, though) even if my future husband is inordinately vain about being a Cornell grad. "civics classes at Arizona State" does not push the same button, though, I have to say. Even though I am a Dem and we do covet mad populism points, sometimes I wish I'd gone to one worth bragging upon. Stupid, huh?
Sorry to hear about the job woes, Joe and Aimée.
Aw, damn, Jack Palance died.
I think I expected him to be the one that cold-cocks the grim reaper and goes right on living.