JZ, you are/were correct.
Buffy ,'Dirty Girls'
Natter 64: Yes, we still need you
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.
Good God, the things I remember, and yet I STILL don't know the names of half my coworkers (not for lack of trying, either...maybe if they were all named after poets I'd be marginally less awful at it?).
We could just totally rename them all after poets. For instance, anyone you really loathe could be called McGonagall.
Huh. Most of these I didn't know: Internet rules and laws: the top 10, from Godwin to Poe
Internet rules and laws: the top 10, from Godwin to Poe
I like the Law of Exclamation!!!!!
#10 is funny.
I worked with my boyfriend three companies ago, and developed a small crush on him. I finally asked him to my company holiday party, in an email, about a year after we'd both left our mutual company and were at new, different jobs. Anyway, I *almost* didn't go through with the date, because he responded with too many exclamation marks after his "yes".
I'm glad I shoved Miss McJudgy to the side on that one. We celebrate three years together this December. But I did give him a lot of shit for it, and still laugh at him mercilessly.
Bush Sr. refused to eat broccoli at some official function. I give the man points just for that. As he said, "I'm President of the United States, I don't have to eat broccoli if I don't want to." The Broccoli Anti-Defamation League (or whatever they're called) begged him to recant "for the good of the children".
For instance, anyone you really loathe could be called McGonagall.
Hey, hey!!
How the fuck do you peel kiwis? So frustrating.
I like swimming. I love my pool. I love that the lifeguards wave to me when I come and go and so do the instructors who see you every week.
I know, Nora, I totally thought, "wait, um, Nora" and then Googled and looked at your contact info to compare and that's when I found out that he wrote a poem about you!
So all loathed poets will have to be called McKuens, instead!