I keep reading the phrase "breakfast bar" this week (usually meaning a part of the kitchen where you can sit with your cereal), and it always makes me think of the first time I heard it, in like 7th grade. I totally pictured something like what Tom is describing, like a salad bar for breakfast, but in someone's house. The girl who was talking about it was kind of fancy, so I thought it could be true! Of course, she was really talking about a granola bar type thing.
Angelus ,'Smile Time'
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.
Now you are freaking me out. Cause he has a B'more connection, I think. (Maybe lisah?) and I don't know if it was him.
Yes! Steve Almond & I went to writer school together. (In Greensboro, sarameg, of course, another connection!)
I think one of the first things I learned when I got to college in Boston was where the NECCO factory was. And that NECCO stands for "New England Candy Company". Wasn't there a kind of big club near where the factory was? I saw many a band there.
Jesse, have I mentioned that I love how your mind works?
Seriously.
Happy birthday squeekaboo!
The Girls Gone Wild guy is the worst assiest of asses. Pthththtbt.
I got my hair cut and colored last night.
Today is our regional meeting. Boring because, y'know, meeting. But also fun since we get to see people from all the other offices and catch up.
Jesse, have I mentioned that I love how your mind works?
Heh. Thanks.
In dino-related news, scientists have been able to collect enough tissue remnants from T. Rex fossils to identify some of the proteins as identical to modern-day birds, including chickens! So, it's very possible that T. Rex may have tasted like chicken....
David Boreanaz's chicken fear makes more sense....
Someone is eating something that smells like damp hair. Uhg.
Last night's Colbert Report had a story about Tad the building manager being sent to kidnap a potential mate for Stephen, Jr., from a meeting of eagle enthusiasts.
He ended up coming back with a really scratched up face and a chicken. He suggested to Stephen that they could put some lipstick on the chicken to attract Stephen Jr., and possibly dress her in provocative clothes. My mind went into a Gonzo-meets-Bugs-Bunny place, and I couldn't stop laughing.
Oh, and I had belgian waffles this morning, too! (My diet gives us those once a month--one of my favorite breakfasts.)