Hey, I'm all about Gracie. She LIKES me.
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.
Hey, I'm all about Gracie. She LIKES me.
Couldn't a simple statistical analysis of ER treatments have revealed this years ago?
Someone's gotta care first. I mean, not that there was a big disregard--just that I guess it hadn't occurred to anyone to slice it that way.
Is there a simple way to back up a DVD movie onto my Mac?
Do you have Toast, ita?
ita, MacTheRipper is freeware that works pretty well to gank a DVD's contents onto your Mac.
Someone's gotta care first. I mean, not that there was a big disregard--just that I guess it hadn't occurred to anyone to slice it that way.
Well why would they? Everyone knows that racism in America ended one bright day in 1969.
Thanks for the rec, Steph. Ripping stuff from my filmmaker cousin right now. And playing Upwords. And watching Bug. Losing at Upwords. Weirded out by Bug.
ION, Whiskipedia is live!
Having now caught up on a couple hundred Natter posts...
Happy Birthday Susan!
Welcome e_c! Good to have another bookista here.
ETA:
Geek Squad won't be able to install and hook up for two weeks but I'm fairly excited about it.
Eh they must be really booked or really understand if they need two weeks to take care of something that maybe'd take an hour max.
tommyrot - [link]
I love this shelter. Among the recently adopted kittens are Pax, Shiloh, Zahara and Maddox. And Baez, Hendrix and Clapton.
Belated Natal Day Felicitations, Susan!
I can handle Granny in tiny chunks.
Um. I don't know whether to go in the direction of the dog's dinner, or possibly Sweeney Todd.
To my ear, it actually sounds more like "Er Er ERRRRRRR!"
Peter Pan!
"I gotta crow,
Er-er Er-errrr!
I just can't hide it 'cause
deep down inside it just
tickles me so, that I gotta let go
and crow!
Er-er, er, er-er, er-errrrr!"
Okay, how do I clear that out of that corner of my brain?
Allyson, I'm sorry. I know how rough it can be.
My mother is no longer embarrassing me with the terminology she learned in the 1910s at her mother's knee. She now addresses everybody, including me, as "Hey, hon!" Which, while it makes me terribly sad, is also a little bit of a relief in a way.