Oh, nice work. You just made me crack into my emergency 'Pretz'.

You can bet your ass I am going to source one of these and try it.

It's kinda like that Turducken cat food.

I have no shame in admitting that I ate a "meat feast" pizza tonight.


Awesome.

The library has all three seasons of the Black Adder on hold for me, and Minor Threat's Complete Discography is on its way as well.

Also just watched Rushmore. I wish more schools had plays like Fisher's, and I want that Asian chick he kept snubbing until the end.

tmidgett wrote:Courtesy my daughter (age 3):

Knock knock.

Who's there.

Wall.

Wall who?

...

Wall people.

Something insane like this happens every single day. One time, at a hotel, the ac inadvertantly shut off. Adeline informed me that she "made it stop with her mind!"

Okay.

For all parents who attempt/are good at Fake Italian, Tomie DiPaulo books (Strega Nona, in particular) are fucking gold.

If your kid can handle a lot of text, these are your gateway to a delightful bedtime free of Dora, Spongebob, or inane nursery rhymes. Actually very light on Catholic rhetoric, too. He also wrote the SADDEST kid's book of all time, Giovanni the Clown of God. Fucking crushing.

I dreamed last night that I was in the UK, out at some Northern(? or at least, small town, not London) pub with Tommydski, Simmo et Helene, Rimbaud and Sparky, having a meal and a few drinks.

When it came time to pay for my beverages, I realized that I had left my debit card at another pub, and I walked back only to find that the proprietor, our waitress' mother, oddly, had given my debit card to some Belgians, because "They were foreigners too," and she reckoned we'd know each other.

So strange.

dontfeartheringo wrote:I dreamed last night that I was in the UK, out at some Northern(? or at least, small town, not London) pub with Tommydski, Simmo et Helene, Rimbaud and Sparky, having a meal and a few drinks.

When it came time to pay for my beverages, I realized that I had left my debit card at another pub, and I walked back only to find that the proprietor, our waitress' mother, oddly, had given my debit card to some Belgians, because "They were foreigners too," and she reckoned we'd know each other.

So strange.

not so strange. that dream means: don't spend so much time on the PRF.

dontfeartheringo wrote: some Belgians, because "They were foreigners too," and she reckoned we'd know each other.

So you dreamed that the UK was like America?

Why is it that every Sunday, when I need to go to the bathroom between the hours of 3 and 5, the bathroom is always being cleaned?

I have tried to go a variety of times.

This floor is empty pretty much all day.

It's also snowing outside in such a manner that I feel like I am in a snowglobe.

burun wrote:It's also snowing outside in such a manner that I feel like I am in a snowglobe.

Is someone picking your building up and shaking it around violently every few minutes? Perhaps this is why the bathroom needs cleaning.