Make yogurt, Jesse!
Now, I can hold a note for a long time...actually I can hold a note forever. But eventually that's just noise. It's the change we're listening for. The note coming after, and the one after that. That's what makes it music.
Host ,'Why We Fight'
Natter 71: Someone is wrong on the Internet
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.
Tom Scola - Jul 07, 2013 3:54:31 pm PDT #28439 of 30001
Remember that the frontier of the Rebellion is everywhere. And even the smallest act of insurrection pushes our lines forward.
Jesse - Jul 07, 2013 4:33:21 pm PDT #28440 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I have yogurt, now I want to make stuff WITH it.
Jesse - Jul 07, 2013 4:35:34 pm PDT #28441 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Also, I bought yogurt popsicles and am now eating one. It's just OK. I should have stuck with the tried-and-true dark chocolate/raspberry ones.
Jesse - Jul 08, 2013 4:06:56 am PDT #28442 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
GOOD MORNING BUFFISTAS!!!!!
Amy - Jul 08, 2013 4:09:01 am PDT #28443 of 30001
Because books.
Mom, Jesse's yelling ...
Jesse - Jul 08, 2013 4:18:23 am PDT #28444 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
good morning buffistas
-t - Jul 08, 2013 4:21:44 am PDT #28445 of 30001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Good morning, Jesse.
You will have to imagine that in the sing-song chorus of an old-timey schoolroom.
Theodosia - Jul 08, 2013 4:25:25 am PDT #28446 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"
::gronk::
Amy - Jul 08, 2013 4:26:37 am PDT #28447 of 30001
Because books.
I'm with Theodosia.
I also think I need msbelle -- I'm pretty sure we have bed bugs. There's a housewarming gift, huh?
Jesse - Jul 08, 2013 4:28:37 am PDT #28448 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Ugh, Amy. What a PITA.
You will have to imagine that in the sing-song chorus of an old-timey schoolroom.
I will!