ten.
March 2nd, 2009
February 17th, 2009
February 16th, 2009
February 13th, 2009
February 2nd, 2009
six.
( Jack. )
If those of us outside the council are permitted such privileged information: has there been any sort of decision madefor us regarding the comic objects?
If those of us outside the council are permitted such privileged information: has there been any sort of decision made
January 7th, 2009
January 1st, 2009
December 2nd, 2008
three.
If one more person tries to offer me a martini shaken, not stirred, I might sink my stiletto through some patent oxfords.
November 21st, 2008
two.
I do try to pay attention to the news back in New York so I'm not completely out of the loop, but I may have to switch back to the BBC if the checkers on the western side of the Atlantic keep reporting bad numbers. Entertaining is one thing: incompetence is another.
November 17th, 2008
( Locked to: Jude Savoy )
A friend of mine, who is fifty-four years old and goes by Edgar, had a good description of English weather to offer the other day, while we sat waiting on two orders of yakisoba and stir-fried tofu.
He said, "We get all sorts of precipitation and temperatures, but it's always the shite rendition of what it ought to be. Snow, sure, but it's the drippy sort. No good colds, no sweltering beach weather. Just soggy, and never very enthusiastic about it." He's right, but I suppose it's nice to be spared the violent chill I hear the rest of you are experiencing. It's still warm enough here that it would appear a lining of alcohol is enough to shelter the pub-goers when they're kicked out at midnight. Things shut down a good deal earlier, here.
Although the Advent calender feels as though it's already in full-swing. I know Thanksgiving is an awful mess, for you, but sometimes I feel like it might be nice to have a bit of punctuation between Halloween and Christmas.
Meanwhile, business goes on.
A friend of mine, who is fifty-four years old and goes by Edgar, had a good description of English weather to offer the other day, while we sat waiting on two orders of yakisoba and stir-fried tofu.
He said, "We get all sorts of precipitation and temperatures, but it's always the shite rendition of what it ought to be. Snow, sure, but it's the drippy sort. No good colds, no sweltering beach weather. Just soggy, and never very enthusiastic about it." He's right, but I suppose it's nice to be spared the violent chill I hear the rest of you are experiencing. It's still warm enough here that it would appear a lining of alcohol is enough to shelter the pub-goers when they're kicked out at midnight. Things shut down a good deal earlier, here.
Although the Advent calender feels as though it's already in full-swing. I know Thanksgiving is an awful mess, for you, but sometimes I feel like it might be nice to have a bit of punctuation between Halloween and Christmas.
Meanwhile, business goes on.
November 14th, 2008
Biography.
You get mistaken for strangers by your own friends
when you pass them at night under the silvery, silvery citibank lights
arm in arm in arm and eyes and eyes glazing under
oh you wouldn’t want an angel watching over
surprise, surprise they wouldn’t wannna watch
another uninnocent, elegant fall into the unmagnificent lives of adults
Make up something to believe in your heart of hearts
so you have something to wear on your sleeve of sleeves
so you swear you just saw a feathery woman
( carry a blindfolded man through the trees. )
when you pass them at night under the silvery, silvery citibank lights
arm in arm in arm and eyes and eyes glazing under
oh you wouldn’t want an angel watching over
surprise, surprise they wouldn’t wannna watch
another uninnocent, elegant fall into the unmagnificent lives of adults
Make up something to believe in your heart of hearts
so you have something to wear on your sleeve of sleeves
so you swear you just saw a feathery woman
( carry a blindfolded man through the trees. )