'Safe'
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.
The implication being that God thinks its funny to watch you suffer, tommy.
You mean He doesn't? Aww... and to think of all those nights alone in my apartment when I intentionally slipped on a banana peel to increase my chances of getting into heaven....
Machines should suffer because I do.
I wouldn't treat a coffee machine the way your body treats you, ita.
You remember that scene where Homer was trying to stab his brain with a cue-tip? "Stupid brain!"
My phone just half died-- it will ring, but I can't hear anyone who calls.
Annoying, and yet, not.
I don't want start any blasphemous rumours
But I think that God has a sick sense of humour
Aww... and to think of all those nights alone in my apartment when I intentionally slipped on a banana peel to increase my chances of getting into heaven....
If this is the standard then Ginger and Hil and Erin are saintly.
But I think that God has a sick sense of humour
Also the key line in Mailer's The Naked and the Dead: "If there is a God, he's a sonofabitch."
Also, one of the premises of the Gnostic Heresy.
I've been keeping God happy all by myself so that y'all can go safely about your lives.
A cheery "Here's your coffee!" or imperative "Enjoy your cup!" - sure. But thanking me just cuts it loose completely free from its meaning. There's that underlying "Customer's Always Right" marketing culture, but really it should say "You're welcome for the free coffee!"
Share and Enjoy!
(...I don't care that the joke's already been made, I was in a meeting, damnit!)
I wouldn't treat a coffee machine the way your body treats you, ita.
Because it would stop making coffee. Yet I keep feeding my body.
No, I have no idea how to unravel the metaphor. Leave me alone.
Launch.com is making this paperwork process less tedious. But I keep wanting to go to the iTunes store and go shopping.
people getting BLOWN OVER outside
I had an unpleasant experience of this sort just before Christmas -- one evening it was so windy that I really felt like I might go flying, and that was icky. Of course, I made the mistake of walking next to the Hancock building in Boston, which is a huge wind tunnel unto itself (really!), so the effect was magnified.
Although I do weigh less than pony-sized dogs, I like to think that I am massive enough as an object that a stiff wind cannot blow me away. I don't even want to think what somebody like the Olsen twins would do in a breeze like that. Wear ankle weights, I guess, or maybe they have members of their entourage who could tie them down, like balloons.