Some peeps here already know this, but I thought it was The Inkses.
Me too!!!
t /insomnia-stricken Oreo eater
It's my estimation that... every man ever got a statue made of him, was one kind of sumbitch or another.
Mal ,'Jaynestown'
Spike's Bitches 43: Who am I kidding? I love to brag.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Steph L. - Jan 23, 2009 11:24:57 pm PST #8905 of 10000
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
Lee - Jan 23, 2009 11:27:45 pm PST #8906 of 10000
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Steph!
I had one magic beer with dinner, and then fell asleep at 8:30.
Clearly I really should have had two magic beers.
Steph L. - Jan 23, 2009 11:31:53 pm PST #8907 of 10000
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
Clearly I really should have had two magic beers.
Me, too. Or even one. (My increased Wellbutrin dose is causing a lot of markedly bad nausea, so I eat whenever my stomach decides it's okay to eat, and I eat *whatever* my stomach decides is okay, which so far has been bland food and a vanilla malt. Beer might make my stomach go explodey. Which sucks, because I bet I'd still be asleep right now if I had had magic beer.)
Still, I have Oreos (TJs' Joe-Joes, actually [vanilla bean cream variety], which I like much better than Oreos). A couple more and some milk and I should be ready to go back to bed.
Lee - Jan 23, 2009 11:35:57 pm PST #8908 of 10000
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I am trying to figure out what would push me into ready to go back to bed territory. I think maybe a hot toddy, to help my throat as well.
billytea - Jan 23, 2009 11:51:34 pm PST #8909 of 10000
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Some peeps here already know this, but I thought it was The Inkses.
INXS was actually the answer to a question in one of the quiz shows I entered, back in '85. But I had not realised that segue had two syllables. I'd imagined it derived from French rather than Italian.
DCJensen - Jan 24, 2009 1:33:16 am PST #8910 of 10000
All is well that ends in pizza.
One of the radio announcers at my college radio station constantly misspelled segue on the ad cartridges.
It took him quite a while to understand why we crossed off the "way" in his "segueway."
Shir - Jan 24, 2009 4:01:58 am PST #8911 of 10000
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".
Dudes. With all due regard to your maybe lack of pronunciation skills, I'm the one who have to stop every time before I say "England". Somewhere along my life I thought it should be pronounced as Eng-lee-end. Dunno why.
Also, don't have any idea about the order of the colors of the rainbow.
Also, seems like my computer is as slow as I am today. Kindda very tired here, lots to read, do and the first ep of Dr. Who, season 4 to watch before I'll leave home and the weekend behind me (but first thing first: typing maybe-important future-paper related paragraphs out of Walter Benjamin).
JenP - Jan 24, 2009 4:17:41 am PST #8912 of 10000
Some peeps here already know this, but I thought it was The Inkses.
College friend announced R.E.M. as "rem," one of his first times on.
DavidS - Jan 24, 2009 5:29:29 am PST #8913 of 10000
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
My officemate is from San Francisco and is constantly complaining about the weather here. According to him, in SF there is no weather and it's always 60 degrees.
Pfft. That's not true. It's always 62 degrees.
Ginger - Jan 24, 2009 5:44:27 am PST #8914 of 10000
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
One of the radio announcers at my college radio station constantly misspelled segue on the ad cartridges.
It took him quite a while to understand why we crossed off the "way" in his "segueway."
In my youth, it was considered bad form to play one song right after another, what the jock said between songs was a "segue" (two syllables), while going from one song to another was a "dead segue" (seg - one syllable). Was that peculiar to the era or location?