12808 pts ยท February 9, 2013
I did mean to write funk. :P Woops.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UBqGp9JniXY... Would you prefer it if it was jazz?
Pigeonometry lives in my head 24 hours a day. I adore this song.
JJ Abrams likes to set up mysteries to NOT be paid off later. He famously wrote himself into a million stupid, stupid corners on Lost, learned nothing, and then someone handed him several million dollars to make movies and he obviously decided there was nothing wrong with what he'd been doing up until that point. The answer to every Chekhov's Gun is a lens flare and a roll credits.
I've finished them all, but there's a few I'm unlikely to re-read. He was but a man, after all. I'll upvote on principle but... Betting against Pratchett? Godspeed, you stupid bastard.
Sounds like you've internalised some propaganda about rugged individualism there buddy
Paige, with PLENTY of lube. Think of an amount and double it.
I was 10000000% prepared to get 46 images of a gravel pile, frankly.
Boots and cats.
I fully expected him to open his mouth and just say "Hey."
I cannot belieeeeeeeeeeeeeve someone fumbled the bag on this. Devastating L.
Never work with children or animals is pretty solid advice, but I've met dogs to whom I'd loan my car.
The cursed monkey paw's finger curls toward its palm...
Oh man not the double-ended buttplug.
I watched a thing a billion years ago about Koenigsegg car construction where they were gluing their shit with precision dimples in the steel to allow for the exact amount of glue in the joint to make it strong so I know that it is a valid strategy I just also know that Tesla definitely didn't think as hard about it as Koenigsegg did.
No True Scotsman arguments about fuckin' Nazis. What a time to be alive.
It certainly could be. She'd've been in her 30s - a not unreasonable age to get swept up in a pop culture phenomenon. Especially if she had kids that would name a dog Chewie.
My father got himself put on the assisted suicide programme that was very newly instituted at the time; a botched colon cancer surgery left him in a lot of pain, and he managed to convince the board he was a good candidate. A nurse came to his house with a shot of poison and recommended a honey chaser. He died in a beanbag watching the stars with his best friend, in his own back yard. Dignity, self-determination, respect. I have nothing but nice things to say about it.
(Okay, I've misread it; I read "getting hubby" rather than "hubby getting." Still a colossal dick move though.)
Furthermore: If someone cooks for you, and you refuse to eat it, you don't then make *that person* go out and get you something else! Get it yourself! This post makes me wanna call in a welfare check.
Cops started as Pinkertons. They've always been anti-working class bullies.
It looks like fucking Clooney. It's just awful. Even knowing it's supposed to be Hegseth doesn't help.
It's a song but that's okay, buddy.
And I am standing hereIn the supermarketWondering whether I can forgive myself for buying a pack of stock cubesThat has fucking palm oil in itFucking God dammit man
Because remember in 2015It was headline news across the worldA global conspiracy by the financial elite to hide trillions of dollars in unreachable, illegal bank accounts in PanamaAnd what happened there?Oh yeahThe journalist who broke the story was assassinated in broad daylight with a fucking car bombAnd the story just disappeared
I gutted an oil lamp and stuffed it full of breathing/flickering amber/red LEDs. Can recommend.
Look at Mr. Cut Me Off At The Knees And Call Me Tripod over here with his magnum dong.
There'd be a Canadian in shorts and a t-shirt.
Australians are usually first past the post on these sorts of things. Fair play to the Irish on this one.
I did mean to write funk. :P Woops.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UBqGp9JniXY
... Would you prefer it if it was jazz?
Pigeonometry lives in my head 24 hours a day. I adore this song.
JJ Abrams likes to set up mysteries to NOT be paid off later. He famously wrote himself into a million stupid, stupid corners on Lost, learned nothing, and then someone handed him several million dollars to make movies and he obviously decided there was nothing wrong with what he'd been doing up until that point. The answer to every Chekhov's Gun is a lens flare and a roll credits.
I've finished them all, but there's a few I'm unlikely to re-read. He was but a man, after all. I'll upvote on principle but... Betting against Pratchett? Godspeed, you stupid bastard.
Sounds like you've internalised some propaganda about rugged individualism there buddy
Paige, with PLENTY of lube. Think of an amount and double it.
I was 10000000% prepared to get 46 images of a gravel pile, frankly.
Boots and cats.
I fully expected him to open his mouth and just say "Hey."
I cannot belieeeeeeeeeeeeeve someone fumbled the bag on this. Devastating L.
Never work with children or animals is pretty solid advice, but I've met dogs to whom I'd loan my car.
The cursed monkey paw's finger curls toward its palm...
Oh man not the double-ended buttplug.
I watched a thing a billion years ago about Koenigsegg car construction where they were gluing their shit with precision dimples in the steel to allow for the exact amount of glue in the joint to make it strong so I know that it is a valid strategy I just also know that Tesla definitely didn't think as hard about it as Koenigsegg did.
No True Scotsman arguments about fuckin' Nazis. What a time to be alive.
It certainly could be. She'd've been in her 30s - a not unreasonable age to get swept up in a pop culture phenomenon. Especially if she had kids that would name a dog Chewie.
My father got himself put on the assisted suicide programme that was very newly instituted at the time; a botched colon cancer surgery left him in a lot of pain, and he managed to convince the board he was a good candidate. A nurse came to his house with a shot of poison and recommended a honey chaser. He died in a beanbag watching the stars with his best friend, in his own back yard. Dignity, self-determination, respect. I have nothing but nice things to say about it.
(Okay, I've misread it; I read "getting hubby" rather than "hubby getting." Still a colossal dick move though.)
Furthermore: If someone cooks for you, and you refuse to eat it, you don't then make *that person* go out and get you something else! Get it yourself! This post makes me wanna call in a welfare check.
Cops started as Pinkertons. They've always been anti-working class bullies.
It looks like fucking Clooney. It's just awful. Even knowing it's supposed to be Hegseth doesn't help.
It's a song but that's okay, buddy.
And I am standing here
In the supermarket
Wondering whether I can forgive myself for buying a pack of stock cubes
That has fucking palm oil in it
Fucking God dammit man
Because remember in 2015
It was headline news across the world
A global conspiracy by the financial elite to hide trillions of dollars in unreachable, illegal bank accounts in Panama
And what happened there?
Oh yeah
The journalist who broke the story was assassinated in broad daylight with a fucking car bomb
And the story just disappeared
I gutted an oil lamp and stuffed it full of breathing/flickering amber/red LEDs. Can recommend.
Look at Mr. Cut Me Off At The Knees And Call Me Tripod over here with his magnum dong.
There'd be a Canadian in shorts and a t-shirt.
Australians are usually first past the post on these sorts of things. Fair play to the Irish on this one.