Allyson:
I like my skin to feel like I slathered it in butter and sugar and vanilla and orange.
Like creamsicle cookie dough butter.
Emily:
I like my skin to feel like a marmot hiding inside a '62 Mustang.
Emily:
I'm drinking rose. And interspersing yelling at my pussy with trying to parse the following:
Several experimental findings on cat and monkey suggest, that also in reality retinotopical organization gives way to random scatter on a small scale: If one records from successive neurones, one will find a large random scatter superimposed on the slow systematic displacement due to retinotopic organization,
trying not to be distracted by the terrifying abuse of the comma, and working on the new assignment: "Prove that DLBA is not equal to NP". Throw in some martial arts, a sewing machine, and a good cookbook, and I'm like Bitches Inc. Ain't a power in the verse can stop me now!
Emily's on a roll tonight. Man, I wish I were at the house of Em & vw!
Madrigal Costello:
Maybe there ought to be a Geekster to specifically match up all the single lonely geeks. And then they could even be specific - SWF, 29, seeks wargamer, historical only - not fantasy - British Naval Battle Buff a Plus.
A lovely series, from Angel 3, non-spoilerly
PMM:
Which is fine, because I don't *need* a life when I have TV.
Steph L.:
I've been trying to tell my therapist that, but does she listen?
PMM:
AND!
The Internet.
Feh. People who need people are the Ludditist people in the world.
ted r:
PM-ROTFL!
I've been trying to tell my therapist that, but does she listen?
Of course, YOU are her tv.
joe boucher:
If she says, "This sucks!," and whips out the remote it's time to get a new therapist.
Hmm - I was about to say that the above scenario was like a Buffista Strangers on a Train, but on second thought it's closer to Murder on the Orient Express.
New York Times reviewer:
Winston Churchill once said that the foundations of British naval tradition consisted of rum, sodomy and the lash. "Master and Commander," which is rated PG-13, settles for two out of three.
Dana:
Oh, please, let them have left out the rum.