Ooh, time to ask for a massive raise, Sophia!
TIED FOR THIRD! And guess who was credited with our stunning placement? THIS GUY! I carried the team to third place in a highly competitive trivia field!
...is anyone else a little confused by bon bon referring to herself as a guy?
In other news: I took a hard look at the outside of the building, and indeed. There are vines where I think my kitchen is (it's complicated by the stairwell placement being confusing, spatially). Which means the random greenery grwoing OUT OF MY CABINET is coming THROUGH THE WALL. Eep? I need to find the number for my landlord...
With hyper-cavitating torpedoes, of course...
Would any other sort of torpedo do?
I was spared having to google littoral by tommy's link, but no such luxury here...
One theory I've read about says that in the future, any surface ship anywhere can be located by satellite and immediately targeted by long-range missile. According to that view, the only warships will be submarines.
With hyper-cavitating torpedoes
That's what
she
said.
I didn't know what "littoral" was until I read the article, but I knew what hyper-cavitating torpedoes were.
Roadrunner keeps crapping out on me! Last night it told me it couldn't find google, now it's being pissy about IMDB.com. The weird thing is that it's taking me to a roadrunner page to tell me about it.
God, I just wanted to read Loni Anderson's bio. I guess I'll see if wikipedia exists tonight.
Meara, your cabinets sound very HG Wells right now.
ita! I totally got excited when I was 11 and someone gave me Elizabeth Gaskell's book for my birthday. 'cause, you know, it's my last name and all. So I totally thought it was about me.
I didn't get too excited when I visited Cranford, NJ, though. Imagine that. Cranford, England is a bit more exciting, but not much.
Now I want hummus.
Wow.
I totally just got conned. By a woman who first said she was a neighbor who'd been locked out and needed cash to pay the locksmith -- which I bought at first because I've been there. But then she came back with a series of increasingly unlikely "okay, here's the TRUTH" stories to get more dough out of me.
And I totally believe that she's in a bad place, but dude. The fact that I bought the first story does not mean I will buy ANY story. Because each new iteration is just establishing that you are a lying liar who lies.
I suppose I should call the cops, but given how this development is laid out, she'd be in the wind before they got anywhere close. And I seriously need to sleep. Full psycho-con-artist saga later.
Ugh, Strega!
Go, bon bon! I keep meaning to go to that.
Yikes, Sophia, good luck.
