OK, their second song looks much less like lip syncing.
And I myself will be wearing pink taffeta as chenille would not go with my complexion.
Giles ,'Touched'
Natter 63: Life after PuppyCam
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.
Hil R. - Feb 14, 2009 7:44:00 pm PST #6482 of 30000
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
aurelia - Feb 14, 2009 8:02:03 pm PST #6483 of 30000
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
Ooooh, someone's date didn't go well. I just heard a car pull up in front of my building and a woman say, "Thank you" door slam "Bastard." Well then.
bon bon - Feb 14, 2009 9:20:43 pm PST #6484 of 30000
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
It seems like live performances end up like the shitshow that was TV on the Radio last week on SNL. Most SNL performances look taped to me, for good reason.
Scrappy - Feb 14, 2009 9:41:49 pm PST #6485 of 30000
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Allyson--did you do our class, the one with grouchy but helpful Dave Barry in the park? Also, yay, Mona!
brenda m - Feb 14, 2009 10:32:38 pm PST #6486 of 30000
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
SNL is supposed to be live performance, but who knows anymore.
Isn't that how Ashley Simpson got busted? Because it was supposedly live and she fucked it up?
I'm going to have to look for that in Leverage now, ita. Never noticed it before.
Allyson - Feb 15, 2009 6:02:00 am PST #6487 of 30000
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
Grouchy but helpful Dave Barry yelled at me for not paying attention! Hey, in fairness, I was trying to turn Mona around. All the other dogs were in the circle, sitting next to their owners...and my dog was the only one sitting backwards.
She's definitely a clown. The socialization has been working wonders for her, though. She's doing so much better on the leash, and doesn't growl at every person walking by us anymore.
She did steal bacon from me last week, though. And drank my iced tea. Caffeinated dogs are not so much fun.
I can't help but wonder what her story is all the time.
Aims - Feb 15, 2009 6:06:20 am PST #6488 of 30000
Shit's all sorts of different now.
You could write her story, once you are done with Sam's. An idea I'm sure that has popped in you head a thousand times, being the creative and intelligent woman that you are. But I though I'd say it cause I'd like to read it. "The Adventures of Nephew and Mona, the Wonder Dog"
Amy - Feb 15, 2009 6:09:26 am PST #6489 of 30000
Because books.
Still need to rewatch The Two Horse Job to see what I missed there.
How sad that you'll need to watch Eliot having sex again, then. Poor you.
msbelle - Feb 15, 2009 6:11:39 am PST #6490 of 30000
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
Ha maybe we should all write books on our pets, the wonder pet series. I could write the adventures of Syl and Oz the wonder fatty fat cats with occassional nap interruptions by mac the wonder child.
Liese S. - Feb 15, 2009 6:16:00 am PST #6491 of 30000
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
I love that about Mona sitting backwards. Hilarious.
When the Biscuit was learning to walk on lead and sit when we stopped, for a while he would sit directly in front of you, instead of primly at your left. So then it was almost impossible to start him out again correctly without doing a little dance of tripping over the dog.
He quickly got the hang of it, although I have some remedial training to do since he has recently concluded that D. is the alpha dog and that Seabiscuit & I are equal subordinates to D. and therefore he doesn't have to listen to me.