One of my co-workers just told me that when he was a kid, he thought that the "Disney on Ice" show was Walt Disney's cryogenic frozen self being paraded around the country

I would pay good money to see that.

he thought that the "Disney on Ice" show was Walt Disney's cryogenic frozen self being paraded around the country

Oh my god, that makes me laugh and laugh.

I just watched, for the first time, part of Arrested Development, and I am wondering, is it wrong or strange that I find the guy playing GOB to be kinda hot? Because I did.

Auto-clown? I like.

This convo is interesting, because I completely gave up this morning and am wearing brown & blue striped pants with a black sweater. Fuck it, I can't deal.

I am intrigued by the idea of losing all my black basics. I would probably dress less uniformly.

and I am wondering, is it wrong or strange that I find the guy playing GOB to be kinda hot? Because I did.

No, he's hot, not least because of the voice. He is married to Amy Poehler. Oph! And I saw him in person, and: hot.

Okay, strangest thing you've researched for a story, fanfic or otherwise. Go!

I learned what a punkah was and figured out a way to approximate one for the stage. I don't know if it was the strangest thing, but it's what I can remember at the moment.

they say black is really only for funerals

There is always a funeral happening somewhere.

No, he's hot, not least because of the voice. He is married to Amy Poehler. Oph! And I saw him in person, and: hot.

Oh good! I am glad I am not crazy-- because GOB is kinda sleazy, you know....

There is always a funeral happening somewhere.

Is that a corollary to the happy hour rule?

This wasn't me, but once years ago someone in my editor's group was seeking out info on blood spatter patterns for a novel - which it turned out a year or so later was actually Mulder/Krycek fic.

I laughed my ass off when I came to the particular passage (and promptly emailed the editor, who had in fact been doing a beta on the story).

I learned what a punkah was and figured out a way to approximate one for the stage. I don't know if it was the strangest thing, but it's what I can remember at the moment.

The strangest thing I remember researching/figuring out how to make for theatre was an inflatable cactus penis. I mean, it was a flesh colored cactus shaped giant penis. It is a little hard to explain.

Last big non-ebay shopping binge meant that I couldn't buy, say, another black skirt unless it was somehow markedly different from my current black skirts. Peering into the closet that seems to have meant "patterned." However I can easily do a week of "long black skirts" and no one will notice but me. In fact, I just found the black cotton eyelet skirt I'd been looking for forEVER. I could only find the knee-length one, not the one that goes to mid-thigh.

But I have skirts in other colours too (which means red/red+/reddish), and my tops have a fair amount of mixing. Again, I *can* go for two weeks with only black knit tops to work. But I don't.

The ebay binge gave me a ton of period dresses, and I think that's why people won't necessarily notice the amount of black skirts I wear. I mean, I have 3 or 4 black and white scooter dresses. And then two blue and one burgundy.

Okay, cab called. Going to go get nearer to it.