Half-Pint.
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.
Who's Shortcake -- Joanie Cunningham?
Shortcake? Half-Pint?
Dang, I'm shorter than ita, but I'm not *that* short.
Half-Pint = Laura Ingalls' nickname.
Shortcake was Joanie, I think.
Dammit. Now I want cider and shortcake.
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I'm bored.
Can we play "shit I didn't say" again?
Shit I didn't say: "Dude, you're here to spray fungicide in my house and put my carpet back. What makes you think I want to share my life story or listen to your redneck opinions about immigration? Shut up before I shove fungicide up your nose."
Shit I said, but only with my eyes: OMG, isn't she so crazy? You've only known her two hours, and you already know.
Don't worry, Dana. The fungicide will eventually take care of him, given his composition...
Timecard website is fucked. I told my boss, so at least I won't get yelled at, but sheesh.
Listening to another episode from center for emerging media on...it's really very good, very powerful. I guess it's on experiences from the Vietnam War. The whole series is titled "Shared Weight: The Fall of Saigon, 30 Years Later" and sort of revolves around a trip a group of vets took back to Vietnam recently.
My damned internet connection won't stay up.
Shit I didn't say:
- She's my fucking doctor. I don't care if she doesn't get paid to talk to me on the phone, I have an unsubstantiated hope that she can actually help me. Light a fire under her ass.
- Thank you.
- AAAAAAAAAAAAARGH.
- Help.