Wash ,'Objects In Space'
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.
That makes me want to retroactively take you out for drinks.
I think we should go out for drinks anyway! (I'm sure it was just them reacting to the fact that they hadn't been able to be there for any of the planning, but sheesh. I'm a theatrical producer - I goddamn well know how to pick a space!)
I have significant doubt that I'll marry, but if I do, I don't think even my mother's strongest guilt trip could keep me from eloping. Hi, being the center of attention: DO NOT WANT.
This is cool and weird: Lost daughter 'right behind you dad'
A father posed for a publicity picture in a desperate attempt to find the daughter he has not seen for ten years unaware she was just a few yards behind him.
Michael Dick scoured the streets of Sudbury, Suffolk, and looked through the electoral register searching for Lisa, 31, reports Metro.
After drawing a blank, he went to the Suffolk Free Press newspaper, which ran a story on his search.
The paper took a picture for the article, of Michael and his younger daughters Samantha, 22, and 10-year-old Shannon.
Lisa, a mother of three, discovered her father, 58, was trying to find her when friends mentioned the story.
And when she looked at the photograph, she realised she and her mother were just a few metres behind them and got in touch.
Mr Dick, a carpenter from Bow, East London, said: 'I couldn't believe it when Lisa told me. It is just pure coincidence that she was walking past.'
Yay! I love hearing wedding stories, especially from the Buffistas, who are wise enough to know that the wedding is the start of the story and not the end. And I can't see the gorgeous and glowy DJ wedding picture often enough.
I'm going to be in y'all's neck of the woods at the end of September for Folsom Street Fair.
Rock! Um, as long as you've got a little extra time budgeted in. I don't think the FSF is either baby- or 10-year-old boy-friendly. So it's a sad and tragic fact that we may have to instead meet up for gourmet grazing at the Ferry Building or cardamom ice cream and pirates on Valencia Street or something. Oh woes!
The kerfuffletta picture is magnificent.
Well, fuckity.
The tornado alarms are going off here in downtown Ann Arbor.
And it's not even storming. What the hell?
I'm going to be in y'all's neck of the woods at the end of September for Folsom Street Fair.
What? Who? How did I miss this?
Here's how I envision my wedding ceremony: The bride and I each roll down the aisle in our own human-sized hamster balls. Then, at the moment we're pronounced husband and wife, we each climb into the same, larger hamster ball and roll back down the aisle.
There would also be smoke, lasers and strobe lights.
Aimee, there isn't even a storm system near you. Maybe it's just a fluke?
::loves on regional radar::
Tornados freak me out. I will stick with my earthquakes.
Aimee, there isn't even a storm system near you. Maybe it's just a fluke?
Ah!! Testing day!
Ann Arbor is wierd. Everyone else tests them on Saturday.