Stopped off to see my folks on the way home, ended up going to dinner and had a sort of sampler platter of curries including goat masala. Nom.
Spike ,'The Cautionary Tale of Numero Cinco'
Natter 73: Chuck Norris only wishes he could Natter
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
You all gonna be here when I wake up?
Such is our firm and stout intention, sir.
That's the plan.
I had a cousin who had a collection of those things. I often wondered if she'd been dropped on her head as a baby. They're almost as bad as Belinda.
I would have said it was impossible before seeing the precious moments fountain pics. That fountain is just wrong, wrong, wrong, like a thing that is wrong.
Ok, I'll give that the fountain is wrong like a wrong thing that is wrong. But I don't fear that it is going to attack me in the middle of the night. Or, heck, at high noon. Belin....shoot, I'm afraid of invoking her name.
Yes, B is wronger.
I think I might have some fountain fear if I were there, though.
The map works if I put "Sydney, Australia" but not if I put a perfectly good lat-long, for the record. I like how the explanatory text on the profile page breezily suggests I should put a latitude or a longitude, without wanting to insist on both.
You all gonna be here when I wake up?
Always.
Had dinner with Amy and Plei and SA, and went dancing with SA and Plei at the lesbian night....whereupon we discovered Hec's lesbian doppelgänger. Super freaky. It really looked like Hec had somehow snuck up to Seattle and put on ill-fitting women's clothes. Especially when she was kinda standing in the shadows, and all I saw was her hair and face and glasses.
Buff-diving to discover that Plei verbed ita:
PMM: I have leftover buttercream, so today I have to think up a use for it that's slightly more rational than just spooning it into my mouth.
Jesse: Um, why?
PMM: Too much sugar makes Princess Ticky Box hyper, and she'll go all ita on my ribcage.
Wait, sorry, technically, I guess she adjectived ita.