The dry spell, it is OVAH!
'Lies My Parents Told Me'
Natter 54: Right here, dammit.
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.
It's OK. I meant the costume!
heh. Well, you know, my brother is pretty much up for any gig that gets him to make stuff AND get paid. The whore. The clever, sneaky, moneymaker. I envy his entrepr...shit, I forgot how to spell that. -ism. Plus, fact is, if it is for his kids? Yeah, he knocks it out of the park. For a purported unsentimental badass, he is pretty much a softy.
I think Matt has a story he wants to tell.
Not in detail. But I made a new friend, and now have a place to crash next time I pass through Cincinnati.
Clovis. IJS.
Are we sure he'd put me back together?
Of course he would! You'd just have an extra chip that is linked to the mind control satellite. You know, the usual.
No chance he'd keep anything small? Like a toe? Just for fun or possibly cloning?
ChiKat, I think you're right -- we're not going to get two of Column A in one episode. And Sally Field is too busy torturing other TV children to show up and fill this season's manic slot.
I think I just hallucinated an episode of The Unit. I think the Stadol made me see things. There's no way the plot could support the girl that Hector was attracted to being that unpalatable. She was just plain unpleasant! What did he like about her? And then there's the plot with the singer who was...I don't know who she was. She certainly wasn't interesting, no matter how "ripped from the gossip blogs" she was supposed to be.
It had to be the drugs.
I don't know whether the perfect meringue princessitude of Grace or Noah's sweetpea wrath is killing me more, but they're both deadly in the best possible way. I am loving all the Buffista sproggins, pink and cranky and swashbuckling and all. Here are two more. And here's Matilda with Daddy -- she doesn't even know what's coming next but she's already delighted with it.
I just finished playing catch up on almost 24hrs worth of Natter and Bitches and nearly drowned in the wave of cuteness. The fact that I can't remember over half of my work week (today was my Friday) scares me. Two days off however, does not scare me.