A moose bit my Saab once.
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.
See, Boris was really just trying to protect our sisters from moose bites.
The squirrel thing probably came from some childhood trauma. His father was shot down by a flying squirrel in the war and ended up in a P.O.W. camp or something.
While in a P.O.W. camp, his father was waterboarded or forced to play Russian roulette by flying squirrels or something....
"Curse you, Red-Tailed Baron!"
Someone should really write some Sopwith-Camel-Pilot!Snoopy/Rocky J. Squirrel WW-I crossover fic....
Slow natter day! Also, I've decided not to work today. So, I'll make my contribution with a story from last week. I went to the Bar Room at the Modern, which is a Danny Meyer place. I had drinks at the bar with a friend. I asked the bartender for a vodka gimlet-- "Rose's or lime juice?" "Rose's, of course!" To which he agreed, "of course, that's the only way!" At the end of the night he comped two of our drinks, which was very generous. So, that's what you get when you order a gimlet the right way, IJS.
Good lord I hate everyone today. (Excluding all buffistas and friends and family-everyone else can just fuck right the hell off).
God, Daisy, me too.
I'm sorry so many buffistas are having true-Mondays.
Me, I'm still floating in my bubble from my relaxing weekend. This is quite unusual for me. Normally I walk in my house after some relaxing experience and get hit with LIFE and STRESS and all that. This time, my family left me alone. And so far, work is being reasonable.
I must have stolen all the good Monday stuff.
Not gonna apologize for that.