'Out Of Gas'
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.
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Oh, man -- Veuve Cliquot is my favorite champagne! WAY more than serviceable. It's just so creamy. Mmmmm.
Last year's NYE was lots of fun, though it was fraught with what we thought was a visit from the police, and that's all I'm going to say in a public forum.
You should totally do the karaoke with Juliana. I bet Daisy Jane is a karaoke queen too.
Oh, lord. This would be SO MUCH FUN. I love the karaoke.
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Dude, what Steph said. It is most tasty. It's not my favorite champagne/sparkling wine, but it's definitely in my Top 5.
Announcement: I have been eating muffaletta for breakfast and lunch for the past few days.
Analysis: I will be approximately 5 million pounds by the time this sammich is gone. Also, the olive tapenade is the Way and the Light.
Did anyone post that erinaceous was quoted here: [link]
Cool!
For Christmas, I got S a book called Grammar Snobs Are Great Big Meanies, and erinaceous is name-checked fairly early on in the book. I haven't read it all the way through, so I don't know if she's mentioned again, but it was neat seeing her name there.
Elbows are a wonderful thing.
Elbows won't work since I'm usually still trapped in the door, although I probably could kick their shins.
New Yorkers aren't rude, Tourists are slow.
Oh my god, downtown Chicago has been dead in the morning this week, but by afternoon it's filled with tourists who walk too slowly and talk too loudly and cluster together, clogging the sidewalks and doorways. Taking public transit is an event, and they won't shut up and let people read in peace.
They keep asking me for directions. They're lucky I'm not more malicious. And two guys stopped me in the grocery store last night for help locating things, and not in a hitting-on-me way. I feel like a shepherd this week, or some shit.
Also, Trudy if you make that shirt, I will buy it. I will also make one that says: In San Francisco, they're not tourists, they're obstacles.
Oh, juliana. Dear, dear, dear. DON'T, for the love of all things holy and unholy, start the OLIVE TAPENADE smackdown again.
It's 'ffiista Argument #3671.
And Tep, now I am DYIN' to know about the po-po last NYE.
It's 'ffiista Argument #3671.
I know, but the Internets are slow and I need an excuse to not do my filing!
I like the tapenade. And cilantro.
It's been a really long time since I've lived anywhere that had a tourist industry. So I find this very surreal.
Oh my god, downtown Chicago has been dead in the morning this week, but by afternoon it's filled with tourists who walk too slowly and talk too loudly and cluster together, clogging the sidewalks and doorways. Taking public transit is an event, and they won't shut up and let people read in peace.
They keep asking me for directions. They're lucky I'm not more malicious. And two guys stopped me in the grocery store last night for help locating things, and not in a hitting-on-me way. I feel like a shepherd this week, or some shit.
They walk four-abreast! And they crane their heads upward to look at the miraculously tall buildings and then crash into me! And they've always lost somebody named Timmy!
And someone needs to teach them how to jay walk. They mosey their way across as the light is changing. They amble when they take a short cut mid block. Alternately, they stand there in a big insoluable lump when the WALK starts to flash and prevent me from making the light.
SOME of us are going to work, People! Do I show up in your square state and stand with all my nears and dears at the foot of your driveway as you're leaving for work? Do I whip out a map and unfold it there and then spend ten minutes refolding it while you dodge my progeny? NO I DO NOT.