I would be more than happy to anchor a Hawaii Buffista enclave, but you should know that moving the cats out here is non-trivial.
Thanks, Debet. My plan is to put Harvey into the arms of anyone who has decision-making power, tell them that he is 22 and that he clearly loves them, and let Harvey work his magic.
I know it is not good, but I am remote working in pjs in my recliner with the tv on today.
I am so thankful for this place and you all and really really regretting that I have not met more of you.
MM, maybe wear the cape next time?
Fuck! That's what I forgot!
The title of a review of a trailer for a new movie caught my eye this morning:
"Wild Mountain Thyme trailer: What in the name of holy bejaysus is this cowpat?"
Which is toned down a little from the actual line in the review itself, "What in the name of holy bejaysus and all the suffering saints is this benighted cowpat?"
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Heh.
I watched that trailer and read the article. I'm a little confused, since the "Wild Mountain Thyme" they play is usually associated with Harry Lauder (professional Scotsman). oh well ...
Cindy, I also DMed Strix on Twitter.
On the brighter side, baby panda is teething. And he's crawling, but not yet walking. And growing!
I have all of you in my thoughts, even if I am all lurk and no post these days. If it doesn't have a cute dog picture attached, I can hardly stand to look at the Internets these days.
I ran across a comment (on one of the few sites where I actually read comments) that pretty much sums up how I feel: waves hands in random directions because he can’t even.
Thank you for the panda link, Toddson.