if he reads that on an internet forum, from an online friend, is he still really your DH while reading or is he not real while he does that?
Hmmm...I'll get back to you on that. I'm gonna take a minnit and try to figure out a way to use this to my advantage.
Bad Jessica! No biscuit.
But I'm pregnant! I'm supposed to be eating *extra* biscuits!
Tom,
Any comics/graphic novel suggestions for my nephew (13 going on 14)? He loved Tintin when he was smaller and I think he could get into that whole world with the right introduction. He's currently listening to old-time radio episodes of Tarzan and these days his reading tastes seem to run from Homer to Stephen King (with nothing in between).
Aimee's is so much better. edit: THAN MINE! Jessica's is too!
it is cold in this room. But I finally got to see the finale of Eureka - and the last 10 minutes -were not there. Bad tv. no biscuit.
if he reads that on an internet forum, from an online friend, is he still really your DH while reading or is he not at all real while he does that? Or do I stop being real then?
I'm not real. I'm a program running on a TRS-80 in the basement of an obscure University in Idaho.
But I'm pregnant! I'm supposed to be eating *extra* biscuits!
Ok, you can have biscuits now, but after that sprog pops, NO BISCUIT!
So we have the window open (because of the NICE WEATHER) and suddenly , the room is filled with the smell of fritos. Which smell alarmingly like feet to me. Blearg.
Mostly because the other earnest anti-drug campaigns make me want to go on a bender, and I think alligators could only improve the situation.
Heh. There was an article in the Times the other day - apprarently that is precisely the effect of the anti-teen-smoking ad blitzes. Though they did not mention alligators.
I'm gonna take a minnit and try to figure out a way to use this to my advantage.
Well, if you're the one who actually carried that adorable little relatively-new human being, then you're clearly real. There has to be some advantage in being real, regarding the maybe-not-real among us, right?
I'm not real. I'm a program running on a TRS-80 in the basement of an obscure University in Idaho.
Then again, if Gud is not real, and that enables him to create that time machine (or was it cloning? Or both? Which was supposed to be Leif's responsibility, now?), maybe there's an advantage to non-real-ness. Hmm.