Hee. Me too, Sean.
Natter Area 51: The Truthiness Is in Here
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.
Hee. Me too, Sean.
Me too. I felt pretty stupid about it.
That's what I've been doing for the last few hours. It's like you know me! Frankspam will be arriving in a livejournal near you, although probably not until next week.
Yay! (And what sort of bribe do I need to offer for photos of G?)
Hee. Me too, Sean.
Me too. I felt pretty stupid about it.
I choose to think we were all blinded by the absurd brilliance of the comic.
In San Francisco it's considered a serious breach of etiquette to come to the front of a line at a taqueria and not know what burrito you want to order.
A-MEN! I get so aggravated at newbies, and you can tell even before they're up to order.
There is the occasional use of iambic pentameter to great effect though. I don't know if it is intentional or not. For example, Jack Nicholson's speech to Helen Hunt's character in As Good As It Gets, the one that ends with "You make me want to be a better man" which scans as perfect iambic pentameter.
(And what sort of bribe do I need to offer for photos of G?)
There will be G. But my commentary will basically be: "This is G. He's pretty. Hi, G. Hi! You're so pretty. How do you get your makeup to do that?"
There will be G. But my commentary will basically be: "This is G. He's pretty. Hi, G. Hi! You're so pretty. How do you get your makeup to do that?"
Also known as what maybe kinda-sorta runs through Jilli's head a lot.
Also known as what maybe kinda-sorta runs through Jilli's head a lot.
I also have a couple which I shall sum up as "holymotherfuckingpants, G."
I also have a couple which I shall sum up as "holymotherfuckingpants, G."
I love you. And somewhere, Pete is rolling his eyes bemusedly without knowing why.