Sometimes moms are really good
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[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.
One of them has a timer, which means I can go to sleep with the heating pad on my back without having to worry about getting burned. I didn't know those even existed.
I just received a very sweet thank you note from my nephew via his mom's facebook account for the Pi day shirt.
I'm torn between trying to get some sleep tonight and just giving up on the whole concept.
I'm watching Sober House. Andy Dick is apologizing to people that he hurt while he was drunk. Just found out that he once kicked his assistant out of the car and drove away, at 2 in the morning in the middle of Death Valley.
I'm torn between trying to get some sleep tonight and just giving up on the whole concept.
Getting at least a little bit of sleep would be better than no sleep, right?
The VH-1 censors are nuts. On a show I was watching last night, they bleeped "cracker" but left in "honky." And now, they just bleeped "Jesus Christ!" shouted in frustration.
I had to google ghillie suits, and THOSE are fucked up.
I'm proud of myself for knowing this! I think I saw it on the Military Channel.
The VH-1 censors are nuts. On a show I was watching last night, they bleeped "cracker" but left in "honky." And now, they just bleeped "Jesus Christ!" shouted in frustration.
I've seen them cut out the fart sound from Blazing Saddles. It's bizarre and arbitrary sometimes.
Where did everyone go tonight? Silly life having people.Working. So far, I've had to work through both breaks tonight. Stupid equipment issues. Blargh.
Hil, your mom rocks. So worth the pestering you mentioned at Smithsonian.
I had to google ghillie suits, and THOSE are fucked up.My bro-in-law has one on display at the museum at Camp Pendleton in SD. Now that he is out of the USMC, you can order a custom made one from his website.
I just googled ghillie suit. Those are weird.
I've got PT tomorrow. Don't wanna. I know that it helps in the long term, but in the short term, it really hurts.
Hil, your mom rocks. So worth the pestering you mentioned at Smithsonian.
Yes. Every time I got sick in college, she'd send me a package with Sudafed and instant soup. And usually Vitamin C, too, because my mother firmly believes that vitamins cure everything.
Okay, y'all. The Boy told me to share this with you (probably so that I would stop talking about it to him):
Our sewer district seems to be running a direct-mail PR campaign (I don't know why, since it's not like we can *choose* what sewer district we have). So we got mail from them today, and printed on the outside of the envelope was, in a retro-type font, "IMPORTANT INFORMATION INSIDE!"
The Boy commented that the font choice looked like campy horror-movie font, or "Halloween font." I made my usual disparaging remark that most people choose their fonts unwisely/indiscrimately and don't think about the effect it has.
I was very wrong; they totally thought about the effect. We now have a Metropolitan Sewer District campy retro refrigerator magnet. I LOVE IT!!! Seriously.
What I can't stop talking about though, is the postcard the magnet was attached to. The other side of the card is a picture of a toilet in a basement with almost a foot of water on the floor. The toilet is old and icky looking, the seat is up, and there's obvious black stuff on the rim.
WHAT.
The sewer has backed up, making the toilet run over, and it has obvious black stuff on the rim. That means that their PR material is a POSTCARD OF HUMAN POO. That's simultaneously disgusting, hilarious, and the most brilliant thing I've heard of all day.