Man, dream!me is so shifty!
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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.
I can, by the way, play the piano. I cannot sing, though.
Way to push the envelope, dream!Tep, just like Torville and Dean losing points for having too much complicated footwork. I assume.
I've been joking all week that after the stomach bug two weeks ago and the bee sting last Saturday I'd spend today inside with curtains drawn being very very careful. It was meant to be a joke, but now it's exactly what I feel like doing.
The March for Science seems to have gotten a pretty impressive turnout in DC, and London too.
I can, by the way, play the piano. I cannot sing, though.
Probably why you had to resort to shenanigans.
Now I'm imagining Cyrano-style hijinks with dream!Tep wired for lip synching and the music device flipping from the song to a pop-up ad for some embarrassing product in the middle of the performance.
If I can remember correctly from the dream, I think you tried to team up with some other act. So less Machiavelli, more Glee.
Timelies all!
Sitting in the concert room at FKO, wearing my "Science is my Superpower" sweatshirt. (I'm wearing a t-shirt that says " Mad scientists' union #3.14"underneath.)
So Thursday night I dreamed the cats were chasing a mouse down the hall.
This morning there was a dead mouse in the living room. I feel like if I was going to have a sort of prophetic dream it should have been more interesting.
That sort of complaint is classic fate-tempting, askye. Don't wish for more interesting prophecies!