ION, Dylan is next to me basically making out with his reflection in our full-length mirror. It's insanely cute.
Right. Piano. Because that's what we used to kill that big demon that one time. No, wait. That was a rocket launcher.
Xander ,'Touched'
Natter 58: Let's call Venezuela!
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 - May 01, 2008 1:10:00 pm PDT #4553 of 10001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
brenda m - May 01, 2008 1:40:45 pm PDT #4554 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
I'm with Jessica on the martini thing. Have the guts to order your straight up gin if you want to look manly.
Nothing with Bailey's is manly. Tasty, yes. Manly? Also, at last count I think there are about 47 different things that go by the name snakebite, so you never know what you're going to get if you order that. Their's was new to me.
Steph L. - May 01, 2008 1:51:37 pm PDT #4555 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
My brother insists that basically, you keep the bottle of vermouth on the shelf next to the gin, and that's as close to his martini glass as the vermouth ever needs to get.
Now I'm not saying your brother shouldn't drink neat gin, but neat gin in a triangular glass != martini. Martini = gin + vermouth.
Just from the one summer I waitressed, I met a lot of people who share the "Vermouth! EVIL!!!" theory of martini-ing. And I wondered the same thing -- isn't it just a glass of gin, perhaps with an olive or onion?
(Though I prefer mine with Ketel One and as many olives as the bartender is willing to give me. So sue me, I just don't like the taste of gin.)
You and me both. Give me a dirty vodka martini and I'm a happy woman.
Allyson - May 01, 2008 2:11:17 pm PDT #4556 of 10001
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica
I'm having Roscoe's with Agent Kate tonight. It's going to be a hellacious drive over to Pico, yo.
SO BUSY AT WORK CANNOT ESCAPE THE BUSY.
I miss my friends.
brenda m - May 01, 2008 2:11:38 pm PDT #4557 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
Speaking of martinis, actual sentence in the email I just got:
In the best that type of table works week, to highly what we will do (perform or contract and where).
bon bon - May 01, 2008 2:23:36 pm PDT #4558 of 10001
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
I'm having Roscoe's with Agent Kate tonight.
Tell her my mom sent me lolcats today!
msbelle - May 01, 2008 2:28:03 pm PDT #4559 of 10001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
tell her hi!
ion - I am sad for my life, I am buying myself pokemon cards.
Allyson - May 01, 2008 2:32:07 pm PDT #4560 of 10001
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica
Will do! She's pretty happy about lolcats.
§ ita § - May 01, 2008 2:40:11 pm PDT #4561 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I am not sad about msbelle's life, unless the pokemon cards have nothing to do with Mac.
I miss pinball. Amongst many things.
JZ - May 01, 2008 2:44:27 pm PDT #4562 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Allyson, I am totally jealous of you with the Roscoe's and the Agent Kate and the new apartment, soon to be all stripey and Tim Burton-y.
I will bow to Steph's brothers expertise in all things beery, but I too adhere firmly to Jess's belief that a martini without vermouth is in fact a glass of gin. I also adhere firmly to Daisy Jane's belief that a drink made out of vodka, vermouth and either an olive or an onion may be a delightful libation but it is not, strictly speaking, a martini.
Huh. It appears that I am a martini prescriptivist.