You know, with the exception of one deadly and unpredictable midget, this girl is the smallest cargo I've ever had to transport. Yet by far the most troublesome. Does that seem right to you?

Early ,'Objects In Space'


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.


megan walker - Mar 25, 2007 10:05:22 am PDT #8767 of 10001
"What kind of magical sunshine and lollipop world do you live in? Because you need to be medicated."-SFist

Churrascaria Platforma, yes, that was it! Fantastic, indeed.

So yum, I'm full just thinking about it. Of course, I can't complain. I went to a Moroccan place last night, complete with belly dancers.

I don't know what a caipirinha is, but if it's meat, I had it.

It's a yummy drink with lots of mint (and I suspect lots of sugar from my experiments at trying, and failing, to make them at home).


Jesse - Mar 25, 2007 10:13:48 am PDT #8768 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Mmmm...churrrascaria...

That sounds awesome, Allyson.

Yes, Jesse!! She was on with her fiancee (now husband) Rich! She has the office next to mine and is a way cool chick as well as a very good stand up comedian.

Hilarious! I mean, it's hilarious that I happened to catch her in just one weekend of conscientiously watching Lingo.


Topic!Cindy - Mar 25, 2007 10:24:24 am PDT #8769 of 10001
What is even happening?

megan walker, have you been scarce or have I been skipping and skimming worse than usual?


Jessica - Mar 25, 2007 10:28:07 am PDT #8770 of 10001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset

Jessica, are you in NYC?

Yes, I live in Brooklyn. (Am actually about to head downtown to see a movie at Anthology Film Archives.)

A caipirinha is cachaca, sugar, ice, and lots of limes, all muddled together. Kind of a Brazillian mojito.


Scrappy - Mar 25, 2007 10:28:40 am PDT #8771 of 10001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

I will tell her that someone she doesn't know was watching her. In a non-stalkery way.


NoiseDesign - Mar 25, 2007 10:34:33 am PDT #8772 of 10001
Our wings are not tired

caipirinha

I had a bunch of these in Phoenix last week.


megan walker - Mar 25, 2007 10:35:58 am PDT #8773 of 10001
"What kind of magical sunshine and lollipop world do you live in? Because you need to be medicated."-SFist

megan walker, have you been scarce or have I been skipping and skimming worse than usual?

It's not you, it's me.

I was running around like a chicken with my head cut off for much of the last month with job searching, mid-terms, and a conference paper all converging to make for a very unhappy March. The negativity only compounded by the folly of my decision to give up alcohol for Lent. Lent is long, very long.


Topic!Cindy - Mar 25, 2007 10:45:23 am PDT #8774 of 10001
What is even happening?

It's not you, it's me.
Well, I'm glad you're back.
I was running around like a chicken with my head cut off for much of the last month with job searching, mid-terms, and a conference paper all converging to make for a very unhappy March. The negativity only compounded by the folly of my decision to give up alcohol for Lent. Lent is long, very long.

Ooof. You poor baby. And yes. Lent is long, very long. How is the job search going?


Zenkitty - Mar 25, 2007 10:50:17 am PDT #8775 of 10001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.

caipirinha

Ah. I didn't have any alcohol. But I will put this on the list of drinks to try, because I love mojitos.

At some point I'd love to do a F2F with the NYC Buffistas.

eta And the Jersey ones! I'm not the only one, am I?


brenda m - Mar 25, 2007 10:52:25 am PDT #8776 of 10001
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

Announcement: I'm wearing a kicky little skirt and a corset. I am sipping a cocktail at 3 in the afternoon and smoking a hot pink cigarette. I've just done the dishes, now to vacuum, then later I'm making a pot roast.

Analysis: I just need pearls and I'll be convinced I've been sucked into some (slightly kinky) fifties montage.

Maybe I should send my husband down into the basement for lightbulbs and see what happens.