There is no age or career level at which a gold star sticker ceases to be a serious motivator.
Now I'm picturing a zombie agreeing to stop eating brains in exchange for a gold star. The zombie I'm picturing has a big smile on her face....
Saffron: He's my husband. Mal: Well, who in the damn galaxy ain't?
'Trash'
Natter 53: We could just avoid making tortured puns
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.
tommyrot - Aug 15, 2007 5:26:36 pm PDT #4909 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
brenda m - Aug 15, 2007 5:28:56 pm PDT #4910 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
You think she wouldn't?
BRAIIIIINSSSS TASTEEE BRAII- GOLD STAR? ME WANT! SHHHHTTAAAR.
tommyrot - Aug 15, 2007 5:29:44 pm PDT #4911 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
You think she wouldn't?
No, I think it's perfectly plausible....
sarameg - Aug 15, 2007 5:34:30 pm PDT #4912 of 10001
Crap! I forgot to give my eldest nephews the stars I had!
OK, so my brother has broken me. He took me down a tight spiral in a 6 story parking garage at 30+ tire-squealing-on-a-performance-car mph and it was FUN, if dizzymaking. Then he took me to a speedway and I got fascinated with motorcycles racing. Then 100 mph on the interstate was FUN, not death-defying terrifying.
I'm now watching some stupid NASCAR-for-the-unfan and thinking they need to shut up and let me watch them drive. Oh & how fun it'd be to be a passenger when my brother does the next clinic and gets to drive like a maniac on the track.
I swear, I didn't give a shit about this stuff before. I liked driving the speed limit in my underpowered econocar with acceleration-deadening a/c.
Connie Neil - Aug 15, 2007 6:13:23 pm PDT #4913 of 10001
brillig
Well, Pipl didn't find me, unless I'm dead in Ithaca.
brenda m - Aug 15, 2007 6:18:27 pm PDT #4914 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
It didn't find me for about five pages, then it pulled up an NYT letter to the editor from about 8 years ago that I'd forgotten about. A couple of pages later were a couple of tag graveyards from WX - Plei's and Sophia's, I think. Otherwise it got bupkus.
I was intrigued to find that a lot of the other mes are Canadian - even one in Nunavut. Neither piece of my name comes from the Canadian side, and my last name in the US seems to be mostly SE, so I wasn't expecting that.
Cashmere - Aug 15, 2007 6:20:30 pm PDT #4915 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
Pipl found my speeding ticket from a few years ago. Damn, I was driving awfully fast.
I found a medical paper my high school crush wrote on neurosurgery.
Consuela - Aug 15, 2007 6:22:20 pm PDT #4916 of 10001
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix
Pipl found me via my state bar registration. Damn.
Kat - Aug 15, 2007 6:25:58 pm PDT #4917 of 10001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
Pipl found the easy to find me stuff, which is expected.
Sara, step away from the Nascar.
Oh man, I am whipped tired. Noodle is asleep on the changing table and I am loathe to wake him, but it is time to eat.
Ailleann - Aug 15, 2007 6:35:00 pm PDT #4918 of 10001
vanguard of the socialist Hollywood liberal homosexualist agenda
Dude, Colbert is en fuego tonight.