That's a really touching piece by Wil.
Dawn ,'The Killer In Me'
Natter 68: Bork Bork Bork
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.
Somerville has a 311 number, and it's really useful, if only because you'll get directed to the right city department that CAN deal with a problem.
Tho' there was the time I saw an injured goose in Cambridge, and when I tried to call their Animal Control department, the off-hours recording said to call 911 for animal emergencies, which I did apologetically. I have to say the 911 operator didn't think I was out of line. The goose was right by the side of a busy road and could have provoked an accident, after all, and I know my brothers-the-cops are as worried about hurt animals as anyone.
And now the evolution stuff? Where does this even come from? I would not have expected that.
He was saying that back in the 90s, it's in one of his books. The Dilbert Future, possibly. It seems to be a special case of some problem he has with scientists and sceptics.
I woke up at 7:30, and realized that I wasn't going to get back to sleep anytime soon because I was too congested and my throat was sore. So I got up, took some cold meds, turned on the TV, had breakfast. Within an hour, I was fast asleep on the couch, awkwardly positioned around Oz. I just woke up, and I swear I could sleep a few more hours. Damn these cold meds!
The other thing about Stand By Me is I saw something with adult Jerry O'Connell that had a kid actor playing his character as a kid, and it was just funny, because of course we all know exactly what he looked like as a kid, and who would have guessed he would grow up into a hunk?
I can't believe Jerry didn't recognise Wil. Hello!
Yeah, Wil looks the same. I'm willing to bet he wasn't looking to recognize anyone, if that makes any sense.
My sister just sent me an email asking me to sort a spreadsheet for her. Numerical descending order on one column. Nothing flashy.
I don't get it.
It's like that old expression: "Give a sister a sorted spreadsheet and she'll be grateful. Give a sister instructions on how to sort a spreadsheet and you'll spend more time writing out the instructions and she won't nearly be as grateful."
I don't get it.
Maybe she's laughing at the stuff she can make you do? Oh, right - that would be *my* sisters.
Nanny taxes, oi. Not that our nanny doesn't earn every penny, but it's a shock to the checking account.