Went to the theaters with the family and had sushi. :PQuote:
Originally Posted by Qrazy
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Went to the theaters with the family and had sushi. :PQuote:
Originally Posted by Qrazy
I love that movie. Heck, my kids love that movie. When a ten-year-old and a six-year-old can be that entertained by a silent film, it's a pretty special achievement.Quote:
Originally Posted by Qrazy
I get to watch the first two Harry Potter movies with my siblings. Oh joy. :|
I love that movie. Heck, my kids love that movie. When a ten-year-old and a six-year-old can be that entertained by a silent film, it's a pretty special achievement.Quote:
Originally Posted by Qrazy
Merry Christmas, all. :)
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So, according to the Minneapolis Metro Transit, December 26th is a holiday, so they have reduced service. While coming into work on the bus, I notice the driver is signalling he's going to take a left where my bus normally takes a right. Apparently the route is slightly different on Saturday.
Me: "You're taking a left up here?"
Him: "Yeah, Saturday routes today."
Me: "I'll need to get off just up here, then."
He turns left, drives by the stop.
Me: "Whoa, hey, can I get off?"
Him: "Well, ya gotta ring the bell!!"
Me: :| "I guess us talking about it doesn't count."
Him: "You shouldn't assume."
Me: (climbing off) "I shouldn't assume the bus driver can think for himself, got it."
:frustrated:
Pavlov's Bus Driver.
A spider landed on my hand and I shook it off and it crawled inside my keyboard under the keys and I killed it by smashing the keys repeatedly and now there's a spider corpse inside my keyboard and I'm not cool with that.
Sorry. But I laughed at your description of "spider corpse".Quote:
Originally Posted by Mara
Spider just wanted to hug your hand!
Much like the spiders that come out at night and hug your nose and tongue while you're sleeping.
:twisted:
Your keyboard is spider-haunted!
It's probably not dead. Just resting and laying eggs.
Wildly spray Raid all over the piano.
...computer keyboard.Quote:
Originally Posted by MadMan
I'm amused now.
So. Tired. Whirlwind of moving and travel and hosting and waaaaay too much food. I think I have gained ten pounds in the last two weeks.
And this is why I love MadMan.Quote:
Originally Posted by MadMan
For some reason I read keyboard. Anyways that post got me rep, so wahoo :lol:
DEAD at work. Everyone takes this week off. THis is the first time I've come into work with ZERO new e-mails. I guess I can take my time *reading the paper this morning.
Half my office is on vacation, and the other half has this awful flu-like thing going around. I'm getting a surprising amount done without all the distractions.Quote:
Originally Posted by Dukefrukem
I'm usually really good about avoiding spoilers, but today one of my favorite sites put a spoiler in the title of an article. Come on now, that's just mean.
Please share.Quote:
Originally Posted by Thirdmango
Was supposed to be in Los Angeles last night. Instead, I'm in Denver. No need to get into boring airplane problems. Instead, I'd like to frame this problem as a wild adventure across the country, full of mistaken identity, ravishing women, champagne, hurricane winds, and desperate last-minute races across a mile-long terminal. I'm kind of like Cary Grant in North By Northwest, without the mother that's younger than me.
Normally when adults claim that very small children have "crushes" on each other, I assume it's just nostalgic projection on how cute kids are together.
So I laughed it off when two parents dropped their kids off in my nursery church class today and they mentioned that their kids had recently become a little fixated on each other.
And I may need to rethink my position on this. The two kids kept hugging and orienting around each other the whole time, to the point where we had to pull them apart if they started getting frustrated and hugging too hard, tugging on hair, etc.
Even more, in a small room with about ten kids, if they lost sight of each other, they'd start calling out each other's names frantically. They'd tuck at my skirt, asking where the other one was. The kid is right behind you. The room is not large.
Finally the little girl got picked up to go home, and the little boy became deflated and sad. He crawled into my lap and fussed. "Where's Julia?"
"She went home."
"WHY???"
These kids are not even three years old yet.
Combing through my file on "writing" which includes all the scraps of paper and napkins that I feel worth saving, looking for something in particular, I run across this that I scribbled on a torn page from a notebook:
How is a comb a fence?
How is a comb not a fence?
Watch out for Martin Landau.Quote:
Was supposed to be in Los Angeles last night. Instead, I'm in Denver. No need to get into boring airplane problems. Instead, I'd like to frame this problem as a wild adventure across the country, full of mistaken identity, ravishing women, champagne, hurricane winds, and desperate last-minute races across a mile-long terminal. I'm kind of like Cary Grant in North By Northwest, without the mother that's younger than me.