I think that there was somebody else interesting in that movie. . . let me check:
Jeff Goldblum, Todd Louiso, and Caroline Dhavernas.
Tracy: Well-- That call -- That call means you just murdered me. Mal: No, son. You murdered yourself. I just carried the bullet a while.
'The Message'
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[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.
sumi - Aug 21, 2010 2:45:12 pm PDT #29476 of 30000
Art Crawl!!!
Hil R. - Aug 21, 2010 2:57:23 pm PDT #29477 of 30000
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
Look! It's an entire room with no moving boxes! [link] [link] [link] Cell phone pictures, so kind of grainy. (And ignore the yogurt container in the back of the third one. I'd meant to move that before taking the picture.)
Laga - Aug 21, 2010 3:23:42 pm PDT #29478 of 30000
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.
Catching up to send lots of health~ma in Drew's direction.
WindSparrow - Aug 21, 2010 3:42:15 pm PDT #29479 of 30000
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Amyth, much ~ma for your brother.
Spidra Webster - Aug 21, 2010 5:09:37 pm PDT #29480 of 30000
I wish I could just go somewhere to get flensed but none of the whaling ships near me take Medicare.
More ~ma for SuziQ's sister, Amyth's brother and for ND.
Javachick just cracked me up on Twitter.
It's cool enough outside that I opened some of the windows to try to get the hot air out of the house. Both wrists are in bad shape but I'm trying to force myself to do some unpacking or at least rearrangement of the post-moving piles. Having so many boxes in my bedroom was really depressing me and I've got enough to be depressed enough right now without that.
My dad arrived home today from his time helping my mom with probate and such. He may return there in a week or two. I like having him around but it's kind of nerve-wracking too because he gets angry at such unpredictable things.
Getting the word out about my album has been very hard, esp because so much of the last year has been about selling the house and moving. I haven't been able to get mags to even review it much. I can't afford ad rates for most mags/newspapers but I found a good niche mag that caters to people interested in vintage 1900 - 1940 so I'm buying an ad in that. A designer friend is helping me get the ad together. So I'm looking forward to that.
I'm also toying around with getting some silkscreened patches made in time for Hardly Strictly Bluegrass. Not sure if I'll go all the way through with that as I have very limited savings left. But if I do, I think I'm going to sew me a shirt to sew the patch onto.
Trudy Booth - Aug 21, 2010 5:34:10 pm PDT #29481 of 30000
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
According to my mother, this means spaghetti with ketchup, which her father liked. The cottage cheese and sour cream on noodles sounds like the best I can think of for that, too -- it would usually be those wide egg noodles. Again, my grandfather liked it.
Oh dear, ketchup. I told her I'd make her anything she wants...
Trudy Booth - Aug 21, 2010 5:36:23 pm PDT #29482 of 30000
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
I do realizer her forgetting things is the reason I'm here, and I'll use it to take care of her (see re: Laundry Ninja), but I really don't want to exploit her memory issues...
Unless it gets me laid.
Ginger - Aug 21, 2010 6:43:18 pm PDT #29483 of 30000
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
I am a bad friend. A musician friend was playing at a gallery/music/performance art thing. We were standing on concrete in 85 degree/80% humidity weather waiting for him to go on, but one band of moderate talent played roughly forever, then the gallery owner asked some people to tell stories about how they met, then a person read poetry, then another person started reading poetry, and I fled for the temptingly nearby exit.
Cass - Aug 21, 2010 6:45:27 pm PDT #29484 of 30000
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
You are a good friend. I'd have fled at "then the gallery owner asked some people to tell stories about how they met" and never looked back.
Lee - Aug 21, 2010 6:45:50 pm PDT #29485 of 30000
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Ginger, insent (or there will be shortly)