Something to do with the TVA?
The Nashville Dammers?
Every nightmare I have that doesn't revolve around academic failure or public nudity is about that thing. In fact, once I dreamt that it attacked me while I was late for a test and naked.
Willow ,'The Killer In Me'
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Ginger - Apr 06, 2009 7:49:20 am PDT #5819 of 30000
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Calli - Apr 06, 2009 7:49:37 am PDT #5820 of 30000
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
What happened to Cake or Death?
They ran out of cake.
Ginger - Apr 06, 2009 7:52:00 am PDT #5821 of 30000
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
They ran out of cake.
There was, however, a lot of Monday left over.
DavidS - Apr 06, 2009 7:52:40 am PDT #5822 of 30000
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Since it's opening day I'll share this terrific Joe Posnanski (best baseball writer in the business today?) story about Zack Greinke - the kind of loon that baseball has always attracted. It's a sad story, a funny story and a hopeful story. A rare trifecta.
Daisy Jane - Apr 06, 2009 7:53:28 am PDT #5823 of 30000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Not a bad neighbor, maybe I'll 'splain later in Goodbye & Good Riddance. We've been wrapped up in stuff too.
I, for one, am against Mondays. Write your congress person! Everyone turn off your car lights at 3 pm today! No one buy cereal on the first Monday of next month! Wear a black bandanna on your right leg to demonstrate your distaste for Mondays! FORWARD THIS TO EVERYONE YOU HAVE EVER MET (so you should probably just post it to facebook)!!!!eleventy1!!
Steph L. - Apr 06, 2009 7:53:56 am PDT #5824 of 30000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
What happened to Cake or Death?
They ran out of cake.
"So my choice is 'or death'?!?"
Barb - Apr 06, 2009 7:55:46 am PDT #5825 of 30000
“Not dead yet!”
No, there are also Mondays.
Barb - Apr 06, 2009 7:58:54 am PDT #5826 of 30000
“Not dead yet!”
::diamond shoes too tight whine::
After over ten days of dealing with little to no air conditioning due to crappy compressor on cheap ass central air unit, I now have men tromping through my house installing new unit.
I'm achy and cranky and want them to go away but leave me with air conditioning.
At least the weather's not been too bad, all things considered.
sj - Apr 06, 2009 7:59:36 am PDT #5827 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
I hope they make quick work of it, Barb.
Tom Scola - Apr 06, 2009 8:00:41 am PDT #5828 of 30000
Remember that the frontier of the Rebellion is everywhere. And even the smallest act of insurrection pushes our lines forward.
So, there was this game when Royals relief pitcher Jeremy Affeldt gave up a home run. He was upset in the dugout, of course, and he stormed around, muttering at himself, “Man, that wasn’t even that bad of a pitch.” Of course, all his teammates kept their distance.
All except Zack Greinke.
“That wasn’t even that bad of a pitch,” Affeldt barked at himself again.
“Actually,” Zack said, “it was a pretty bad pitch.”
Affeldt looked up at Greinke. “Thanks, Zack,” Affeldt said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
“No,” Zack said, “really, I went back to the clubhouse and looked at the pitch on video. It was a really bad pitch. Right over the middle of the plate, and you got it up. I mean it was a bad pitch.”
“Thanks, Zack,” Affeldt said again.
“Right down the middle. I could have hit it out,” Greinke said.
Affeldt looked into Greinke’s eager face and just shook his head.
“Thanks, Zack,” he said.
“Yeah,” Greinke said, and he walked back to his seat in the dugout.
That is awesome.