I do love bacon, but it is the opposite of thirst quenching.
Natter 67: Overriding Vetoes
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, nail polish, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
People drink salty caramel drinks. I don't get it.
Should I get that $56 protection package on my ticket? I can't believe I'm waffling over this.
Cumberbatch, even dark. Much more so if natural though.
Hmm. Since I saw him dark first, his natural color looks wrong to me.
I don't get it.
It's salty caramel. Man, I don't dig sweets much of the time and that is an amazing combination. Especially with chocolate.
Yes, I am somewhere between PMS and DMI, clearly.
Should I get that $56 protection package on my ticket? I can't believe I'm waffling over this.
You hit ERs a LOT. I'd get it if I were you. I never do but the only thing that has nearly kept me from flights recently wouldn't be covered.
Hmm. Since I saw him dark first, his natural color looks wrong to me.
I feel this way about when Mycroft isn't Mycroft and is Mark Gatiss instead. He's still totally keen but he isn't mmmmmmmmm, Mycroft.
People drink salty caramel drinks.
But not salty caramel soda, I hope. I can see it as sort of a hot chocolate thing, more like sippable dessert. Making it soda somehow translates to quaffable and quenching, to me.
I've got "chocolate salty balls" stuck in my head now.
A loop after a loop. Hour after hour my madness becomes crochet. Life and art are inseparable. The movies I watch while crocheting influence my work, and my work dictates the films I select. I crochet everything that enters my space. Sometimes it’s a text message, a medical report, found objects. There is the unraveling, the ephemeral part of my work that never lets me forget about the limited life of the art object and art concept. What do I intend to reveal? You have to pull the end of the yarn and unravel the story behind the crochet.
Creepy crocheting!
Yeah, I'm going with the protection package. ::sigh::
I am in that disgusting phase of getting-over-sick that contains a thick cough. Gross.
D stayed home today sick, and looks like it was a good thing he did; his bro called and there's some kind of family emergency and he's coming down from Iowa to stay with us for a few days.
Men, I swear. I asked him what was up, and he DIDN'T KNOW. "Something maybe with K (his wife)?" was what he said.
How is this possible? I am way nosier (and good at getting info out of people) than he is.
I feel this way about when Mycroft isn't Mycroft and is Mark Gatiss instead. He's still totally keen but he isn't mmmmmmmmm, Mycroft.
Yeah, there's no real aura of creepy dangerous power around Gatiss. He could impress you with his brain, but not kill you with it.
Also, Gatiss is adorably cute, with an equally cute husband and at least one absurdly cute dog. So you just kind of want to pinch his cheeks and let him ramble about horror movies. Where as Mycroft is... you know. Mycroft.