I have some idea, dear. Heh.
I wish it could have been, like, a drunken Swedish moose. MUCH better story.
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.
I have some idea, dear. Heh.
I wish it could have been, like, a drunken Swedish moose. MUCH better story.
Flashers would hate me, I'd laugh and go "What the hell, dude?"
DH says, "He's handsome, isn't he?"
Our segment will be about 4-5 minutes. AC owns a dog whom he loves, and this show on people who love their pets is part of the "let's make AC seem like a regular folk" effort.
Was the jerker good looking? I want to walk up to flashers and say "You're not good looking enough to get away with that."
All of them.
Because no one is.
Do I stay later tonight and try and wrestle Word 2010's outline numbering into submission, or do I call it a day for now? Grr.
omg, I've been "you ilk"-ed in an online debate. Also accused of being a sockpuppet and a troll (and a guy). By someone who, when challenged (and she's ALL OVER the comments omg), has just pulled out the "I'm sitting at my dying mother's bedside" card.
Which, seriously? If your mother is dying, (a) why are you wasting your time arguing about Orson Scott Card on the internet? and (b) why is that a get-out-of-jail-free card for being a bullshit debater? and (c) why should everyone you're arguing with be expected to know that, if you can't be bothered to learn all about everyone else?
It's not that I hate conservatives--I just hate conservatives who can't argue for shit. You end up spinning in place because you can't find the argument to shoot it down.
A neighbor was walking her dog this morning around six, and a completely naked jumped out from behind a car and started jerking off in front of her. LOVELY.
I was doing a stairway walk in Dolores Heights yesterday and a man jogged up the stairs right next to me completely naked. I know I live in San Francisco, but still, I didn't need to see that on a Sunday.
Tennis:
WTF, dudes. I have a rehearsal to get to. These 15-minute games are insane.
San Francisco! Whoa.
I don't need to see that on any day, megan!!
Thanks, sarameg. I have thought about you and your house a lot the last 42 days, but even more in the last 72 hours!
Am at new hotel now. Hope they at least carry the Giants' games. At this point, it's just the familiarity of the broadcast crew that I need to keep me company in yet another sterile hotel room.
They allow dogs, but I am only here for one night because they're booked tomorrow. I am calling in the morning to check on cancellations because if I can keep staying here, I can send for the Wigglebutts!!! And then I will feel approximately 3000 times better.
The jerker was apparently tall, flabby, pale, and nearing middle-age. So, no.
Naked jogging just seems ... uncomfortable.