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.

It is a little hard to explain.

But it's fun to see you try. I think that tops the cactalabrum (tiny 2D plywood cactus w/flashlight bulbs at the peaks. It sat on a saloon piano) I created this summer.