Hah! And now I have fixed things so -t is both unknown and CRAZY!
Tracy: 'When you can't run, you crawl... and when you can't crawl, when you can't do that--' Zoe: 'You find someone to carry you.'
'The Message'
Coffee On My Monitor
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meara - Aug 02, 2006 5:02:21 pm PDT #8600 of 10000
Toddson - Aug 03, 2006 8:57:13 am PDT #8601 of 10000
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"
oh dear ... this image made me choke:
My city/region frequently makes me want to drink gin straight from the cat dish.
(Steph L. in Bitches)
Fred Pete - Aug 03, 2006 10:37:41 am PDT #8602 of 10000
Ann, that's a ferret.
Things aren't always as they seem, as noted in Bitches:
Emily: I keep hearing noises like someone on the other side of the wall is having rather meaningful sex, which is a bit odd.
Turns out it's the coffeemaker. Now that's disturbing.
Frankenbuddha: You know in nine months it's going to pop out a little toaster oven...
Trudy Booth - Aug 04, 2006 12:17:30 pm PDT #8603 of 10000
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
Polter-Cow: I have no interest in consuming the Fernet. I only like the effect it has on the women around me.
Topic!Cindy - Aug 05, 2006 6:01:32 am PDT #8604 of 10000
What is even happening?
Sue:
[Quotes The Globe and Mail] The question is quite simple: Do we like short hair on women? And the answer is quite predictable: No, we do not. It seems masculine and practical and deliberately asexual. We like the conventionally feminine. Sorry. We can't help this. And there's no sense in lying about it.
[...]
Now, please send your hurt, indignant and offended emails to our editors: style@globeandmail.com. >[link]Cashmere:
Dear Editors of The Globe and Mail,
Do we like predictable, sexist columnists? No, we don't. It seems awfully lazy to take a personal preference, stick in a few hot-button gender issues and then toss off a few dazzling female celebrities who can manage to break the stereotype while staying in this asshole's spank bank.
I'd write more but I'm off to get a pixie cut at my stylist's.
Sincerely,
Me
beth b - Aug 05, 2006 7:28:41 pm PDT #8605 of 10000
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
Sean:
How can we possibly know that the rueben on dark rye with corned beef rather than pastrami, sauerkraut rather than coleslaw, and thousand island rather than Russian dressing, is the version that came first? We can't. It's ineffable. All we are left with then is one sandwich with many forms. How can we Earthly beings then say this sandwich is one of the forms, but this other is not? That is only for the One True Sandwich to know, if such a Rueben even exists.
Cass - Aug 06, 2006 5:57:19 am PDT #8606 of 10000
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
This just needs to be immortalized...
Robin: I keep looking at my ring and going, whoa, I'm married. 'Tis nice.
flea - Aug 07, 2006 2:43:39 am PDT #8607 of 10000
information libertarian
bon bon:
ETA: oh, if it sounds crazy that I'm getting all emotional about an umbrella in reaction to a post about a fire extinguisher, that's because I'm totally drunk.
edited to correct attribution; actually part of what made it so funny to me was I couldn't even imagine billytea (my incorrect attribution) saying he was "totally drunk."
brenda m - Aug 07, 2006 2:50:40 am PDT #8608 of 10000
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
I could swear that was bon bon.
Jesse - Aug 07, 2006 3:16:39 am PDT #8609 of 10000
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
It was bon bon.