I am all for replacing the war on terror with the war on nightmarish robot ponies.
Now I'm disturbed that they didn't detonate all of them.
I get confused. I remember everything. I remember too much, and... some of it's made up, and... some of it can't be quantified, and... there's secrets.
River ,'Safe'
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.
Ginger - Sep 09, 2010 10:35:28 am PDT #23059 of 30001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
tommyrot - Sep 09, 2010 10:35:51 am PDT #23060 of 30001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
oooh, somebody's parents are going to be pissed. Those things are expensive.
I dunno - if I was the parent I might be trying to hold back laughter while I lectured my child for leaving the pony there.
Plus it'd be the perfect excuse to deny future requests for stuff:
"No, you can't have a goldfish. Remember when we gave you the RealPony and it got blown up?" Followed by my stifling a snicker....
Jessica - Sep 09, 2010 10:38:12 am PDT #23061 of 30001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
if I was the parent I might be trying to hold back laughter while I lectured my child for leaving the pony there.
Depends on how long they waited in line for one last Christmas...
tommyrot - Sep 09, 2010 10:42:18 am PDT #23062 of 30001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Depends on how long they waited in line for one last Christmas...
Then I'd just make a video, starting with me waiting in line to buy RoboPony, then shots of the child unwrapping and playing with it, followed by footage of it blowing up. All the while, "Circle of Life" from The Lion King would be playing....
Atropa - Sep 09, 2010 10:46:04 am PDT #23063 of 30001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
recoils from the monitor while closing the YouTube tab
Okay, RoboPony is disturbing. What child would want THAT? That is the stuff of nightmares.
msbelle - Sep 09, 2010 10:51:06 am PDT #23064 of 30001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
Post office was busy and understaffed, shocker. I hate it when I can't use the APC. So 2 out of 3 errands I wanted to do got done. Not bad, but guess what I am focused on?
tommyrot - Sep 09, 2010 10:53:36 am PDT #23065 of 30001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
I hate it when I can't use the APC.
Armored Personnel Carrier?
Automatic Postage Calculator?
msbelle - Sep 09, 2010 10:55:50 am PDT #23066 of 30001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
Automated postage center, I think.
tommyrot - Sep 09, 2010 11:04:50 am PDT #23067 of 30001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
IKEA UK Releases 100 Cats Inside Wembley Store
“Herding Cats” is an experiment by IKEA UK where they released 100 cats inside their Wembley store at night.
Just to see what happens....
eta: There's a video, of course....
Daisy Jane - Sep 09, 2010 11:07:04 am PDT #23068 of 30001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
So New Orleans is going MENTAL about this evening's game (Saints football for those who are unaware)- the city's closed, schools are letting out early, offices are closing early (including both mine and Tom's), the Post Office is closing early... there's a parade in the French Quarter before the game too.
HAH! So now you know. I'm starting to get a bit twitchy, myself. We have plans with our local people. I have grandaddy's lighter on me (which by the way if you talk to Kara or Krissie, tell them that. Superstition makes them feel better too.) We're going to be with the same bartenders we were with when we won the Super Bowl. I'm wearing my fleur-de-lis and my Saints...underthings.