Those fit-flops pretty much look like Birkenstocks to me. With the little toe ridges. Except uglier.
Now I did a job. I got nothing but trouble since I did it, not to mention more than a few unkind words as regard to my character so let me make this abundantly clear. I do the job. And then I get paid.
Mal ,'Serenity'
Natter 59: Dominate Your Face!
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.
flea - Jun 23, 2008 10:51:22 am PDT #4519 of 10003
information libertarian
Sparky1 - Jun 23, 2008 10:58:53 am PDT #4520 of 10003
Librarian Warlord
I actually have the plain-old fit flops -- they're nice and squishy and my plantar fasciitis loves them, as do my flat feet. They have not reduced my butt size, though.
tommyrot - Jun 23, 2008 11:00:06 am PDT #4521 of 10003
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
OK, here's irrefutable evidence that the "good old days" really were better:
When the Times of London reported in 1837 on two University of Paris law profs dueling with swords, the dispute wasn't over the fine points of the Napoleonic Code. It was over the point-virgule: the semicolon. "The one who contended that the passage in question ought to be concluded by a semicolon was wounded in the arm," noted the Times. "His adversary maintained that it should be a colon."
Has modern life killed the semicolon?
Fred Pete - Jun 23, 2008 11:00:44 am PDT #4522 of 10003
Ann, that's a ferret.
I know what you're saying: Brandon, you're just perpetuating the stereotype that homosexuals are superhuman. That is totally not true. All I'm saying is, with their boundless energy and talents, they make us straight guys look bad.
I'm too tired to read the rest of the article.
msbelle - Jun 23, 2008 11:07:29 am PDT #4523 of 10003
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
I know the guys doing this: [link] online show. really short episodes and only one so far. Not sure how funny it is/will be.
Sophia Brooks - Jun 23, 2008 11:09:47 am PDT #4524 of 10003
Cats to become a rabbit should gather immediately now here
I'm too tired to read the rest of the article.
OK- this is funny!
But it took me a second of being all WTF?!?! to see that it was the Onion!
Sheryl - Jun 23, 2008 12:01:38 pm PDT #4525 of 10003
Fandom means never having to say "But where would I wear that?"
Timelies all!
Happy Birthday Steph!
Am back from the con. It was fun, aside from hotel screw-ups. The hotel booked loud parties (with DJs) in the space next to ours both Friday and Saturday night. The main function room had heavy bass coming through the walls.(Apparently the DJs were right against the wall we shared with them, and there was nothing to dampen the sound) We tried to fight back with a bagpiper on Saturday night, but that didn't work.
Toddson - Jun 23, 2008 12:03:49 pm PDT #4526 of 10003
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"
If this happens again, supplement the bagpipers with reenacters with claymores?
§ ita § - Jun 23, 2008 12:13:22 pm PDT #4527 of 10003
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Spicy catfish, for the way. Not $14 worth, but reasonably tasty. My tongue is on a Thai kick, my stomach is not. This will end in angst.
7 million people! 14 million questions! I must away!
DavidS - Jun 23, 2008 12:35:14 pm PDT #4528 of 10003
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
I wanted to note my favorite George Carlin about the difference between football and baseball.
In football, the object is for the quarterback—also known as the field general—to be on target with his aerial bombardment, riddling the defence by hitting his receivers with deadly accuracy in spite of the blitz, even if he has to use shotgun. With short bullet passes and long bombs, he marches his troops into enemy territory, balancing this aerial assault with a sustained ground attack that punches holes in the forward wall of the enemy’s defencive line.
In baseball, the object is to go home, and be safe—”I hope I’ll be safe at home!”