But on Deadwood, that pig only ate people who were already dead, right?
Mostly dead I reckon.
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But on Deadwood, that pig only ate people who were already dead, right?
Mostly dead I reckon.
I hate to tell y'all what the pigs ate in China. Some of the pigs anyway.
But on Deadwood, that pig only ate people who were already dead, right?
Mostly dead I reckon.
But would they refrain for true love?
Sindarin is better than a bass?
Better than a bass player, at any rate.
I dunno. I mean, it's not like I ever dated a musician. I'm taking Jilli's word on that. I dated tech geeks. Occasionally theatre people and married women. But mostly tech geeks.
I've been trying to teach her the notion of binary.
Sindarin is probably superior to that.
I've been trying to teach her the notion of binary.
That is so judgmental!
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How's it going?
How's it going?
She drew a bunch of ones and zeroes and then got bored and asked for a story.
Okay, so maybe I shouldn't have started with a rambling explanation of bases and place values and charts and shit...
Those ones and zeros might be the beginning of the best story ever. You. don't. know. Actually you control the access to the Pit of Voles, so I guess you do know.
Okay, so maybe I shouldn't have started with a rambling explanation of bases and place values and charts and shit...
Ah, the problem with geek parents. Getting the base knowledge into the wee brains...
Ah, the problem with geek parents. Getting the base knowledge into the wee brains...
Dude, she's the one who peppers us with math problems! I'm just trying to help!
Actually you control the access to the Pit of Voles, so I guess you do know.
Remind me to email you a rant about the Pit I had this morning before I distracted myself with the mental image of certain characters going undercover and looking like they're being all intimate in public while one of them is actually whispering intel into the other's ear in between making out for show.
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"Going undercover as lovers" remains my favorite trope outside of rentboys and sex pollen.
I'm sadly predictable.
Eh, I've got "accidentally dating" so I am not one for trope judgmentalism.
Dude, she's the one who peppers us with math problems! I'm just trying to help!
Ticky can break out the crayons when I see her next and we can play Math. I love that game.
Am home from date. I screwed up royally. She gave directions for the best part to park. I heard south side of mall. Apparently she said south end of parking structure. I ended up on the other side of mall. Which meant, at the end of the movie, we were talking in the empty mall for 30 min. Then we had to go our seprate ways. As she rode up the escalator, and I walked away, I stole a glance back, and she was turned around riding up backwards, watching me egris. All in all, went well.