River ,'War Stories'
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.
As long as no one bursts my Joe Dumars bubble I can still cling to the Bad Boys good times memories. At least a couple.
Amen to that. And his playing style aside, I still love me some Laimbeer. (Although, truth to tell, loved his playing style. And mimicking it is what got me kicked off my 6th grade basketball team. By my own father. Hee.)
Hey, does anyone know how one might go about exchanging ounces of gold for cash money? Like in a non-sketchy, non-pawn shop way?
Timelies. Despite a visit from the insomnia fairy last night, I'm surprisingly gronk free. In fact, I'm feeling better in several ways than I have in weeks. I guess the weekend in Maine did me some good. That, and vibing on the Patriot's continued stomping streak.
OTOH, I have to do a test plan walkthrough today at 3 and I am not looking forward to it.
Many who have followed the trial have wondered why the Garden’s bosses didn’t just settle the case, whatever its merits. If they had, we might not have had to learn that Stephon Marbury, the team’s star point guard, had sex with a Garden intern (and former “roller-skate-limbo champion”) in his S.U.V., outside a strip club; that Thomas thinks it’s O.K. for a black man, but not for a white man, to call a black woman a bitch (“I’m sorry to say, I do make a distinction”); that Thomas may have sent a Knicks City Dancer into the officials’ locker room to flirt with the referees.
I love her expression here. Babies & toddlers looking dubious = cuteness GOLD!
I like Matilda's expression in "Caketastrophe family tableau" -- like, "Mom, WTF?!? I've *seen* cake in my short life, and THIS is not cake!"
But, the thing is, that isn't even true. The only other cake she's seen is Emmett's cake, and it looked exactly the same. She cannot possibly know that cake doesn't actually look like this -- unless she has a shining Platonic vision deep in her soul of that shimmering Cake that is the perfect fruition of everything toward which mere earthly cakes are striving.
Which may in fact be the case.
Which may in fact be the case.
Heh. You need to take a graphics program and draw a little Matilda thought-bubble with a shimmering cake in it....
Curse my flickr-blocked existence!
Mother of the Year (picture)