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Feb. 21st, 2006 09:53 amScala Girls choir performs I touch myself: http://www.odeo.com/audio/397590/view
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sidhefire for this gem!
Thx due
sidhefire for this gem!Feb. 21st, 2006
Shower Triggers
Feb. 21st, 2006 10:11 amEDIT: Got off my butt and looked it up: A three-pronged fork, such as a pickle fork, curved like a spoon and having a cutting edge.
I've forgotten, just what exactly IS a runcible spoon again? ( The Owl & The Pussycat )
( Love vs. F-ship )
I've forgotten, just what exactly IS a runcible spoon again? ( The Owl & The Pussycat )
( Love vs. F-ship )
(1) No concert is complete until someone stands (preferably unsteadily), shoves a lighter in the air (in this day and age a glow stick will suffice), and shouts out (often slurredly) "FREEBIRD!"
(2) No role playing adventure is complete without a good opportunity to shout out "Monkey! Monkey!! Monkey!!!" It's not actually necessary to shout this aloud if'n doing so would subject the party to death or dismemberment by vicious pirates, zombies, or orcs, but the opportunity must arise and one must at least log it in one's diary which'll be found decades later, perhaps after the bones have been picked clean and scattered about the plain/desert/vacant asylum, ideally published by Arkham Press in a small skin-bound volume stored away in the basement of the local library w/death-seals and strange symbols adorning the Special Collections door.
(3) February is Official Storage Shuffle Month. 'Twas a few years back that I spent VDay helping my bro empty his storage unit - into my garage, which I'd foolishly partially emptied of my own carp only to have it refilled w/car parts (Chevelle grill, tires, carburetors, etc.), movie posters (some of these still reside downstairs), and the unlike. Today I helped a friend empty one storage unit and redeposit the carp into another one. The former was a filthy deathtrap - including the new scariest hazardous waste sighting: a clear gallon jug filled to the brim w/used hypodermic needles & syringes and spotted inside w/nasty-looking PBFs - whilst the latter was a clean, secure, climate-controlled pleasant place to store tons of junk & carp. Never really thought I'd be seeing - much less moving - this carp again. Amusing. I remember stories & specifics 'bout many of the items we moved. Her mantra quickly became "I love him, he's a good man," repeated regularly as we waded through boxes of empty boxes, some of the contents of which I know for a fact no longer exist, having been broken, given away, tossed, or otherwise consumed in the flames of "what the hell is this carp?!" way back when I was married to the boxes' owner.
Dealing w/other peoples' carp helps me deal w/mine own. Returned to my casa and started boxing up some of my books. Some'll head to Big Bear, others to whichever bookstore and/or library'll take 'em, and a couple of school-related boxes (textbooks & notes) will soon reside in the garage. Feels so goooood to reduce some of the clutter!
Good eve: good food, good people, good beer, good TV (BlackAdderIII), w/colouring books (Alice in W-land & Muscle Cars) & gel pens, and much giggling.
(2) No role playing adventure is complete without a good opportunity to shout out "Monkey! Monkey!! Monkey!!!" It's not actually necessary to shout this aloud if'n doing so would subject the party to death or dismemberment by vicious pirates, zombies, or orcs, but the opportunity must arise and one must at least log it in one's diary which'll be found decades later, perhaps after the bones have been picked clean and scattered about the plain/desert/vacant asylum, ideally published by Arkham Press in a small skin-bound volume stored away in the basement of the local library w/death-seals and strange symbols adorning the Special Collections door.
(3) February is Official Storage Shuffle Month. 'Twas a few years back that I spent VDay helping my bro empty his storage unit - into my garage, which I'd foolishly partially emptied of my own carp only to have it refilled w/car parts (Chevelle grill, tires, carburetors, etc.), movie posters (some of these still reside downstairs), and the unlike. Today I helped a friend empty one storage unit and redeposit the carp into another one. The former was a filthy deathtrap - including the new scariest hazardous waste sighting: a clear gallon jug filled to the brim w/used hypodermic needles & syringes and spotted inside w/nasty-looking PBFs - whilst the latter was a clean, secure, climate-controlled pleasant place to store tons of junk & carp. Never really thought I'd be seeing - much less moving - this carp again. Amusing. I remember stories & specifics 'bout many of the items we moved. Her mantra quickly became "I love him, he's a good man," repeated regularly as we waded through boxes of empty boxes, some of the contents of which I know for a fact no longer exist, having been broken, given away, tossed, or otherwise consumed in the flames of "what the hell is this carp?!" way back when I was married to the boxes' owner.
Dealing w/other peoples' carp helps me deal w/mine own. Returned to my casa and started boxing up some of my books. Some'll head to Big Bear, others to whichever bookstore and/or library'll take 'em, and a couple of school-related boxes (textbooks & notes) will soon reside in the garage. Feels so goooood to reduce some of the clutter!
Good eve: good food, good people, good beer, good TV (BlackAdderIII), w/colouring books (Alice in W-land & Muscle Cars) & gel pens, and much giggling.