hah! I almost just posted that here.
It's just almost a classic cautionary tale. Not cautionary, so much as...I mean, that's essentially this John Doe's entire obit right now.
Looks like most of the weather went
around
the city. On both sides. Crazy.
There is no Bob Bryar.
For Jilli would, in fact, kill me.
As long as we're clear on that. Because yes. Killing.
Who's Bob Bryar?
The drummer for My Chemical Romance.
I thought it wasn't the only Bob Brier (different spelling) I'm familiar with! (He's an Egyptologist and a geek, but not necessarily a good-looking one. He is a good TV documentary host, though.)
The WashPost is actually blogging the stupid Asshole Judge Loses Pants, Mind suit. [link]
I was trying to add it up.
Dana, you forgot "people who put spoilers in their icons and run around lj like a damn free-for-all." Good times, good times.
Timelies all!
Yay for Buffista babies!
Fred, I'm sorry about Teddy.
You're right, I completely left off spoilers, which will be sixty-three different wanks alone.