'Just Rewards (2)'
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.
I've been watching my new MSCL dvds slowly and one of the things that I noticed this time that NEVER struck me before is the resemblance between Graham and Jordan.
I think that was a happy accident of the casting, but as the show went along they realized what they had and totally used it. There's a great shot in a dream sequence in one of the last episodes, possibly the very last, that's just beautifully, horribly perfect.
A housefilk is essentially a filksing at someone's house. Basically, people getting together to sing and talk, and snack.
Cool.
Why is it that when I'm NOT home the postman leaves packages at my doorstep but when I am home he puts them in the mailbox? (Meaning that they are really, really cold when I get them.) Does the temperature of the cd matter when you play it?
Also, why can't the other people who live in this building remember to shut the damn door to keep the cold out?
Does the temperature of the cd matter when you play it?
If the CD is cold enough to have moisture condense on it, it's too cold to play. But being a thin piece of plastic, it should warm up quickly.
I am baking cookies. It smells good in here.
I'm watching White Christmas, and just noticed something -- why on earth does the General blow out candles on a cake at the end? It's not his birthday! Bizarre.
I've got my tree out, but not decorated, and I still have no idea what to buy half the people on my Christmas list. Argh.
I'm watching White Christmas, and just noticed something -- why on earth does the General blow out candles on a cake at the end? It's not his birthday! Bizarre.I never thought about that before. That is kind of weird, isn't it? I love that movie so very much.
I made yummy coffee and am flopped on the couch.
These are sweeter than I remember. However, since I haven't actually eaten any of the batches I've made in the last year, it may be my memory at fault. Or the chocolate was sweeter. Eh. They're good cookies.
I have done four loads of laundry and my hair is cut and bleaching.
Yes, ladies and gents, ita's home.
Migraine specialist said a little birdie told him I had a party to go to tonight, and he couldn't convince the anaesthiologists to do what he wanted anyway, so Burrell came and sprung me. And took me to a pharmacy (3rd time's the charm) to boot, so I can be pain-freeish tonight.
I have a corset to wear tonight. I miss that opportunity, and fuck the terrorists, the migraines have won. And they won't, not tonight.
Good for you, ita.