Man, I need to get back out to SF. It's been a while.
you totally do! So does Tom Scola!
Let him do his thing, and then you get him out. No messing with him for laughs.
Mal ,'Ariel'
Natter 65: Speed Limit Enforced by Aircraft
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Lee - Mar 31, 2010 5:18:12 am PDT #19984 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Steph L. - Mar 31, 2010 5:20:59 am PDT #19985 of 30001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Man, I am so tired that I might just disintegrate.
(In between typing "might" and "just," my boss asked if I wanted to go downstairs with her and get coffee. Oh, yeah. I have an enormous coffee sitting next to me, waiting to be delivered directly into my bloodstream. Now I just need an IV line.)
Theodosia - Mar 31, 2010 5:23:58 am PDT #19986 of 30001
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
I took a half-pill of muscle relaxant last night. No amount of caffeine is going to entirely erase the fuzziness therefrom, but at least I'm not in pain. Nor do I have to go out in the damp & cold for a while.
Laura -- what is this about moving? I must have missed something!
sarameg - Mar 31, 2010 5:24:04 am PDT #19987 of 30001
We just did a little tin can tour of the ceiling with one of the gov't plumbers.
Um, those are some old cans. To catch drips? That's so bizarre.
Sue - Mar 31, 2010 5:25:50 am PDT #19988 of 30001
hip deep in pie
To catch drips? That's so bizarre.
The building opened in 1980, so 30 year old cans. Steve the plumber says they were put up to catch the drips from the lead and oakum used to seal the cast iron pipes.
beth b - Mar 31, 2010 5:38:56 am PDT #19989 of 30001
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
Today is megan walker inspired dinner. I didn't relook a the recipe, but I did smear horseradish,and ginger over my pot roast. ( her recipe just called for horseradish, but my dreams made me add ginger and put some soy sauce in the liquid )
Dana - Mar 31, 2010 5:40:39 am PDT #19990 of 30001
I haven't trusted science since I saw the film "Flubber."
I logged into my work e-mail, checked it, and flipped it off while saying "Oh, fuck you." That's probably not a good sign.
tommyrot - Mar 31, 2010 5:52:06 am PDT #19991 of 30001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Satisfying a mutual desire for companionship, this high chair permits your dog or cat to accompany you at the dinner table. The high chair clips securely to tables up to 2" thick and its height adjusts without tools to elevate your pet to near eye level.
It has a frame of powder-coated 5/8" steel tubing and its arms are rubber-coated so they will not mar table surfaces. By providing an alternative to sitting on your lap, running disruptively underfoot, or outright banishment, the chair assuages a pet (and its owner’s) frustration, and promotes more refined behavior.
I dunno - can the words "pet" and "refined behavior" go together?
tommyrot - Mar 31, 2010 5:56:45 am PDT #19992 of 30001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Recaptioning New Yorker cartoons with "Christ, what an asshole!"
Charles Lavoie presents compelling evidence that practically every New Yorker cartoon can be captioned with "Christ, what an asshole!" without reducing its comedy value.
Liese S. - Mar 31, 2010 5:59:38 am PDT #19993 of 30001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Aww, I love the juliana love for the zmayhem!
And I dunno how long its been your tag, but WHOOHOO MEGAN DEBTFREE WHOO! Go you.