Well, dang. That was easy as hell to do!
Dawn: Are you kidding? Dr. Keiser: I never kid about my amazing surgical skills.
'Bring On The Night'
Natter 52: Playing with a full deck?
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.
Steph L. - May 31, 2007 1:44:29 pm PDT #276 of 10001
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
Theodosia - May 31, 2007 2:38:06 pm PDT #277 of 10001
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
I took an involuntary (as in I didn't mean to) three hour nap! At least my motivation didn't lag any, as I didn't have any to start with....
Narrator - May 31, 2007 3:50:44 pm PDT #278 of 10001
The evil is this way?
Of course. The person who
* after being told he had a drug-resistent strain of TB and should put off his wedding, flew to Europe; and
* after being told in Italy that the strain was dangerous and he should not fly flew into Canada on a commercial aircraft with other unaware passengers and then crossed the boarder into the US in order to avoid detection
-- that person -- LAWYER.
Cashmere - May 31, 2007 3:53:26 pm PDT #279 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
Narrator, you forgot that the guy's FiL works for the CDC. In TB research!
And buy "guy" I mean, self-entitled fuckwit.
Narrator - May 31, 2007 4:09:11 pm PDT #280 of 10001
The evil is this way?
Yes, that too. Stoopid idiot.
FiL has to be little worried. ("What? No way did my future SiL get exposed to a strain of TB from my work!!! Lovely boy. I wanted him to marry my soon to be lawyer daughter and raise little litigators!!")
sarameg - May 31, 2007 4:09:21 pm PDT #281 of 10001
I just got home. I am eating dinner.
So, prom-girl's (N) really unreliable mother had promised to give her a ride. She didn't show. Since I was over to see prom-girl off anyway, I became her chariot. Thank god it was at the Ravens stadium (even though roads are all kinds of fucked up and badly marked down there!)
But anyway. I'm pissed (but not surprised) at her mom. N moved back in with g-grandma (my neighbor) just before xmas-2 days before her birthday. ANd she GRADUATES Sunday! Aiiieee.
Anyway, she was lovely, in a floor length red-satin moviestar dress, complete with plunging front and bare back (man, we didn't wear dresses like that at prom!) But she is gorgeous and carries it off.
billytea - May 31, 2007 4:11:03 pm PDT #282 of 10001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
The 12 year old in me must note that besides Mr. Dong, one of the other two left has the last name Wang.
One of the most common surnames in northern China. It means 'king', naturally. Oh, and queen is 'nü-wang'.
Or that a lot is two separate words.
Oh sweet zombie Jesus yes. This drives me bat-froody.
Sue - May 31, 2007 4:20:45 pm PDT #283 of 10001
hip deep in pie
after being told in Italy that the strain was dangerous and he should not fly flew into Canada on a commercial aircraft with other unaware passengers and then crossed the boarder into the US in order to avoid detection
I heard the reason he flew into Canada was because he knew was on a no-fly list for the US.
askye - May 31, 2007 4:21:49 pm PDT #284 of 10001
Thrive to spite them
Yep and then a border guard ignored a warning to stop him because the lawyer "looked healthy".
That border guard is on desk duty now.
sarameg - May 31, 2007 4:24:05 pm PDT #285 of 10001
You know, I realize I was just part of a ritual that when I was that age, I wasn't interested in. It was really sweet to be a part of it. We were all in the bedroom with a nervous looking N. Ms. Smith, another neighbor, was sewing her into the dress, her great-aunt was bawdily talking about her prom , 35 years ago. Miss Louise was remembering that too, and mistily talking about how she never graduated, never went to prom, and now one of her grandbabies is getting to do both. Her home-aid was remembering hers and marvelling at how fancy they'd gotten. I told about my mother cursing like she rarely does as she sewed my velvet one. They were rubbing lotion on her back and spritzing her with perfume, teasing her as she rolled her eyes GRANDma! , and then we were taking pictures. It was such a girly thing.
It may not have been perfect, but I hope N still thinks of it as a good time.