Morning baby picspam: Dylan sitting up.
(I just love his "Yeeeeah, bitches!" expression there. He's such a little punk.)
Well, other bands know more than three chords. Your professional bands can play up to six, sometimes seven, completely different chords.
Oz ,'Storyteller'
Natter 55: It's the 55th Natter
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.
Jessica - Nov 13, 2007 4:32:53 am PST #2010 of 10001
If I want to become a cloud of bats, does each bat need a separate vaccination?
sj - Nov 13, 2007 4:39:50 am PST #2011 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Dylan is so cute! I can't believe how big he is already.
-t - Nov 13, 2007 4:43:24 am PST #2012 of 10001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Oh, great picture. He's working that "Yo, bring it on world, I'm SITTING here" look.
Good luck with the contractors, Cashmere. I can't imagine trying to deal with all that long distance.
DavidS - Nov 13, 2007 5:13:21 am PST #2013 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Go Dyl with the verticality!
Happy cubed, Hil!
shrift - Nov 13, 2007 5:19:59 am PST #2014 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
Oh my GOD, why do I have to work? This seems unfair. Bad universe. No biscuit!
So I called my parents this weekend to wish them a happy anniversary, and got my dad on the phone. We chatted about my interview with Playboy. There's a conversation I never want to have again. I'd rank it under every phone call that's ended with me rushing to the hospital, that one time a friend of mine revealed that he had Dissociative Identity Disorder and then attempted to kill us both and I didn't know who to yell at to STOP THE FUCKING CAR OH MY GOD, that one time a friend communicated that he had you've-got-to-be-shitting-me actual clinical Delusions of Grandeur and then tried to make out with me, and somewhere above that one time where our local skeevy quack of a doctor misdiagnosed my seasonal allergies as "the kissing disease".
Dana - Nov 13, 2007 5:21:43 am PST #2015 of 10001
"I'm useless alone." // "We're all useless alone. It's a good thing you're not alone."
There's a conversation I never want to have again.
Did you tell him about the pictures of naked women on the conference room walls? Did you tell him they gave you free porn?
lisah - Nov 13, 2007 5:29:09 am PST #2016 of 10001
Punishingly Intricate
that one time a friend communicated that he had you've-got-to-be-shitting-me actual clinical Delusions of Grandeur and then tried to make out with me
Okay, am I wrong to think this might provide a bit of an ego boost? I mean, if he thinks he's so great he must think I'm pretty awesome if he wants to kiss me.
Tom Scola - Nov 13, 2007 5:29:53 am PST #2017 of 10001
Mr. Scola’s wardrobe by Botany 500
It's only 10:30. What the fuck?
brenda m - Nov 13, 2007 5:32:29 am PST #2018 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Cry me a river, East Coaster.
SuziQ - Nov 13, 2007 5:35:12 am PST #2019 of 10001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Am at work. Not sure why, beyond the paycheck. Still feel like ass.