Heh. That's especially funny because she's doing so well up to that point and then she just completely spazzes it.
Apparently it's a professional hazard, like a knee going out. But I heard that that night's performance went downhill from there.
Cacophony. That's pretty. What's it mean?
Harmony ,'Underneath'
Natter Five-O: Book 'Em, Danno.
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.
bon bon - Feb 15, 2007 4:15:50 am PST #1007 of 10001
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
Sophia Brooks - Feb 15, 2007 4:19:23 am PST #1008 of 10001
Cats to become a rabbit should gather immediately now here
Buffistas, check your pantries!
I read this as "Check your PANTIES", and I was very confused by the story.
Cashmere - Feb 15, 2007 4:22:18 am PST #1009 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
Note to self: consider your audience when labeling your links.
t /need more coffee
Who'm I kidding? That tag never closes.
Frankenbuddha - Feb 15, 2007 4:26:45 am PST #1010 of 10001
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
I read this as "Check your PANTIES", and I was very confused by the story.
The fact that the post itself didn't you confuse you says....something.
tommyrot - Feb 15, 2007 4:26:45 am PST #1011 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
I read this as "Check your PANTIES", and I was very confused by the story.
I knew I wasn't the only one....
Jesse - Feb 15, 2007 4:48:39 am PST #1012 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I was all worried that I was late, thanks to the usual shenanigans with my train, but I got here, and hardly anyone was here yet! We've got a few out sick, suburbanites running late, etc., etc. Phew.
sarameg - Feb 15, 2007 4:51:37 am PST #1013 of 10001
Uhg. Uhg. UHG.
can I say UHG?!
I think I may know how I'm spending my tax return.
So. Despite all the good work I did shovelling snow yesterday, the warm temps that accompanied the storm? Melted stuff. And then it got really really cold. Really Really COLD. There was ice under my tires. You know what that means, right? Two sheets of cardboard and a neighbor shoving as I rocked the car got it out. HOWEVER. I think the clutch didn't like it. It was really mushy (I've had a clutch blow before, I know what it feels like as it is going. There's also this smell.) It tightened up on the way to work, but I have a bad feeling about this.
Fuck. Fucking FUCKITYFUCKFUCKFUCK.
I fucking hate winter. HATE.
Frankenbuddha - Feb 15, 2007 4:55:15 am PST #1014 of 10001
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
I've had a clutch blow before, I know what it feels like as it is going. There's also this smell.
There certainly is. What IS that? I go into a panic whenever I get a whiff of it (though my clutch is still very tight), generally when I'm trying to do something in reverse or very carefully in first.
Fred Pete - Feb 15, 2007 4:56:12 am PST #1015 of 10001
Ann, that's a ferret.
I'm at the office.
After messing up my back shoveling out the drive, I told Hubs he could do the rest (at the time, mostly sidewalks). What with the wind, he decided to wait until sundown, when everything had frozen solid. Including what the plows had dumped on, yes, our driveway.
It was interesting getting onto the road this morning. Though not like yesterday's "getting-stuck-in-the-road" way.
sarameg - Feb 15, 2007 4:58:58 am PST #1016 of 10001
(I'm really hoping for someone to tell me that clutches can do this just when they get hot and no, I didn't fry it by this one time thing, but ahhhhrg. I'm not that hopeful.)