Little did I suspect that the story would never turn out.
No, it will. His son will wrap it up.
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.
Little did I suspect that the story would never turn out.
No, it will. His son will wrap it up.
Crosses "Large Animal Veterinarian" off of list of career aspirations
It isn't just large animals. Teddy really got a claw into someone during his bloodwork appointment last night. Fortunately or otherwise, it was me. Fortunately (at least in a could-be-worse way) he got my right thumb, and I'm left-handed.
No, it will. His son will wrap it up.
Really? I had no idea. He lost me though, just strung things out too long and as the number of characters expanded it seemed like they were all the same. Especially the women, to the point I started wonder if the dude had some issues.
I need to get out of my office and actually take a lunch break, or I am going to get in the elevator and choke to death a variety of coworkers on several different floors.
I need to get out of my office and actually take a lunch break, or I am going to get in the elevator and choke to death a variety of coworkers on several different floors.
Do they usually take lunch at their desks? Because you could combine the options for a win-win, plus free lunch(es).
Also, I've heard human flesh tastes like chicken....
I am going to get in the elevator and choke to death a variety of coworkers on several different floors.
That could be a great horror movie. "The Elevator Dings for Thee". It can be a great trailer counting floors numbers and showing carnage in the elevator lobbies with elevator music in the background. Then have the camera zooms in on the closed elevators doors with the sound of a heartbeat in the background. Finally have the light blink on and the ding sound right as the trailer fades out and ends.
if the dude had some issues
Has to have had. I mean, his male characters weren't all that great, but at least they were distinct. The female characters all blend together, and are where the mostly omniscient narrator fails entirely to have a clue. I don't need my unnamed narrator to have a gender. Either exist more, or exist less. Don't just sit there, having XX or XY.
I hate sitting where I can hear both sides of a phone conversation. Consider saving bills if you just walk three feet.
Happy Birthday Mr. Tom Scola!!
Someday I'm going to make t-shirts that say: NEW YORKERS AREN'T RUDE, TOURISTS ARE SLOW.
I may be able to sell them for fifty bucks apiece.
Our other rude thing that isn't necessarily rude is the little mental-personal-space-bubble that we adopt on public transportation. It's not that we're ignoring the pregnant or elderly or handicapped person eyeing our seat, its that we're ignoring EVERYBODY.
More than once I've given someone a "psst... someone needs your seat" nudge-nod and had four people jump up.