This made me laugh. [link]
That made me literally screech with laughter. I scared the cats.
If the apocalypse comes, beep me.
Buffy ,'Selfless'
Natter 66: Get Your Kicks.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Zenkitty - Aug 28, 2010 9:10:45 am PDT #20832 of 30001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
ehab - Aug 28, 2010 9:23:18 am PDT #20833 of 30001
...all my words have been taken by my work. - Mala
Much lurker health-ma to all the ailing buffistas. It feels like supporting in email just wasn't enough this time.
Baby echidnas are babes only a mother could love...or perhaps a zoo volunteer, they have some serious 5 o'clock shadow, no cheek rubs or kisses for them.
Trudy Booth - Aug 28, 2010 9:31:57 am PDT #20834 of 30001
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
Random thing: As awesome as echidnas are, baby echidnas really aren't cute [link]
a) you're going to make billytea cry
b) that must be why there called "puggles" -- to cute 'em up a bit.
hippocampus - Aug 28, 2010 9:35:26 am PDT #20835 of 30001
not your mom's socks.
Javachick - we would love to see you. Squee-twice in the same year!
javachik - Aug 28, 2010 10:02:33 am PDT #20836 of 30001
Our wings are not tired.
Javachick - we would love to see you. Squee-twice in the same year!
Three times!!
Atropa - Aug 28, 2010 10:13:46 am PDT #20837 of 30001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Oh Pix. I hope things are taken care of as easily and painlessly as possible. (And oh hey, I think I have voicemail from you. I should listen to that.)
So last night I convinced Plei to go dancing with StuntHusband and me. The night was very odd. There was a drunk, aggressive dwarf who wanted to dance/touch everyone. Plei dodge him, then he targeted StuntHusband, and then the bouncer appeared and escorted him OUT.
(I was at our table, sipping absinthe and boggling.)
Then there was the drunk, stereotypical-to-a-cliché suburban middle-management white guy, who hit on BOTH StuntHusband and me. Like I said, odd night.
Jesse - Aug 28, 2010 10:14:13 am PDT #20838 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Drew and Kristin, I really hope they figure that shit out and get you taken care of!
I have books from the library, a roll of quarters, and ice cream to eat with the sugar plum and peach crisp I'm going to make. Sadly, one of the ice creams I bought was apparently thawed and refrozen, so I'll have to bring it back. Happily, I bought other flavors as well.
Also, I really need to get over myself. My mother called to see if I wanted to go with them to Newport tomorrow, which I do, but as soon as she said she wanted to leave their house at 11, I was all, Wah wah wah, why so early??? Seriously.
hippocampus - Aug 28, 2010 10:25:04 am PDT #20839 of 30001
not your mom's socks.
Three times!!
yes, exactly!!
Cass - Aug 28, 2010 10:39:36 am PDT #20840 of 30001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
b) that must be why there called "puggles" -- to cute 'em up a bit.
Puggles are baby echidnas????? I have a stuffed puggle and I thought it was a made up critter. I won it in elementary school for selling the most ... somethings? Or maybe reading the most somethings. There were somethings involved and counting. For which I won a stuffed puggle. It is blue and lives at the top of my closet in the office where I tell it hello every time I have reason to go in there.
I shall go tell him he is a baby echidna and not a made up creature. He may not care but I am delighted.
P.M. Marc - Aug 28, 2010 10:49:43 am PDT #20841 of 30001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Jilli totally forgets to mention the Sleazy Misha Collins Knock Off (with slight case of flesh yarmulke).
It was that kind of night.