'The Killer In Me'
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.
Disgruntled Belgian attempts to sell Belguim on eBay:
"I wanted to attract attention," said Gerrit Six, the teacher and former journalist who posted the ad. "You almost have to throw rock through a window to get attention for Belgium."
Six placed the advertisement on Saturday, offering free delivery, but pointing out that the country was coming secondhand and that potential buyers would have to take on over $300 billion (euro220 billion) in national debt.
I have to say, I just love saying the word "Walloon".
Walloon Walloon Walloon!!!
You're just a rebel.
What can I say? I like to live on the edge.
People! Where are you? Talk about something...
I have over an hour to get myself organised for my next big chunk of work (before I run off to have a massage during my slightly early lunch break--it's weird to think my massages cost more than my ER visits, but they are less bad for me).
On the way in I decided that if I'm doing Moulin Noir, I may have to call myself a can't can't girl.
We'll see. I think I just want an excuse for major raccoon eye makeup.
Okay--let me go find links or something.
People! Where are you? Talk about something...
I'm obsessed with the fact my toenails need clipping, but I have to wait until I get home to do it.
Sorry, that's all I got.
I'm sorry, but she must be making mashed potatoes in some strange Great Depression way, because I always thought you peeled them first and therefore could tell if they were rotten before you boiled them.
I like bits of peel in my mashed potatoes, but I always chop them into smaller pieces before I boil them. Because otherwise it would take forever instead of being a fairly quick side dish.
I don't boil my mashies, I bake them (so they don't get waterlogged). But I still think I'd be able to tell if a potato was far gone enough to be BLACK inside without an X-ray!
People! Where are you? Talk about something...
I went to get lunch, since nobody was talking.
Happy birthday, Sophia!
Yay for childcare and no cancer, Kat and Susan!!!
I was already running late this morning due to sleeping in waaaay late, and was in the bathroom just about to jump into the shower when someone knocked on the door. The village building inspector chose my apartment in her random pick of places to inspect! Why do they always seem to arrive just as I'm about to get wet? (The maintenance guys popped by at a similar moment last month to get everything reviewed for the inspection.) So, I ended up being even later. Le sigh.