I am, however, disappointed that the plush nucleons are not zippered covers that contain little up and down plush quarks.
Diet Coke hurts when exiting nose.
This may be a sign that I personally am the epicenter of the apocalypse.
sweet! that is kind of cool.
I wish officemate's called would understand that if officemate is not answering either of his phones, perhaps the man is NOT HERE. Leave a damned message already.
I'll let you know if the Darkness continues to follow me around.
Hello Darkness my old friend...
The 4x100 free relay was very exciting.
I was torn, but happy for
Phelps.
I'm still trying to get used to the fact of the French being competitive in something that doesn't involve a sword or a paddle. Or judo. It's weird.
Jesse, best wishes to your Dad.
Brenda, best wishes to
your
Dad.
Aimee, Happy Birthday!!!!
Should we start calling Tom "Rob McKenna"?
This may be a sign that I personally am the epicenter of the apocalypse. I'll let you know if the Darkness continues to follow me around.
If it's true, you could turn it into a damned profitable gig!
Annoying roommate won't move out? Don't know how to dump that sweet-but-dim girlfriend who thinks that Hawaii is a country? Tired of your boss's sexual innuendos?
Meet Tom. For a modest fee, he'll be your new best friend for as long as it takes for the apocalypse to get rid of that problematic person in your life!
Call 555-DOOM.
But stay away from restaurants - sj and TCG have that gig wrapped up.
I'll let you know if the Darkness continues to follow me around.
Does anybody else imagine a little patch of darkness over Tom's head, sometimes spreading to cover the place he's in, sometimes shrinking just to the size of his head, sometimes hurrying to hide behind a building when Tom raises his eyes upward, wondering what's going on, peaking carefully when Tom shrugs, and hurrying back merrily above his head again? [Edit: yeah, I'm sorry, it's a cute little darkness, in my mind's eyes. My mind is just as much of a sap as I am, apparently.]