I want very badly to play Scrabble with Paul Rudd, and win. I don't even care if he gets naked. I'm just really competitive at Scrabble. He makes a statement like that? BRING IT ON, RUDD.
Today is probably going to shape up to be very sad, but I'm not willing to commit to it yet. Many decisions and phone calls with my vet before anything final at 2:30.
That reminds me of when Mike Nelson said he would take on all challengers in games of Doom at the '96 Conventio-Con. Of course, he proceeded to wipe the floor with all but one of the assembled nerds that played against him.
Oh, amyth. I'm so sorry. I'm free this evening if you want company, either way.
Thanks, smonster. I'll keep you posted.
The newspaper, quoting anonymous Russian security officials, says the woman was at a safe house preparing for the attack when the spam text arrived.
So now spam has saved lives. That seems so wrong.
Russian spam has saved lives, probably.
I found out that Leif has a kindergarten girl crushing on him. So cute. The girl's older sister is the bus monitor and keeps trying to get Leif to sit with her on the bus.
I name-dropped Colin the other day at work. I was feeling shamefully dirty, but the guy I did it to just waved at me in the hallway. He's never waved at me before. Am I a cool kid now? Am I riding the Ferg's coattails? Fuck him.