Thank you Spawnling for granting me a reprieve on the game 'Will The Smell or Look of This Make You Ill?'  during making or eating meals.

Which means I now intend to cover ever flat surface with cookies. Requests?  Honey, gingerbread, peanut butter turbans... If I'm bored enough, I'm sure some cardamon and challah bread will appear.

... Liverwurst and jelly bean sandwiches. Blueberry or watermelon jelly beans.  Really, what good is that for a craving? What nutritional deficiency is that supposed to augment? I think I'd rather the damned pickles and ice cream.

Couldn't resist, he looked like he needed a home.

I've never had time to keep a garden before. The job didn't really leave you much time for pruning and weeding and I've never been much of a  Martha Stewart type. But after the winter blanket of snow for the last few months, you want a reason to be out in the crisp sunshine and knee-deep in wet dirt.

I think I've bought every bulb they had to offer: Dahlias, tulips, anemones...no dainty flowers around here. (No smarmy comments, thank you.)

The internet has broken my brain.

Alien Barbies Fighting for Domination

There's twelve to fifteen foot swells off Monterrey California until Saturday at noon.

Tell me someone out there knows how to surf. My board is waxed and ready.

Ahh Nat King Cole, how do you make even the most menial tasks better? Could listen to your records for hours.

I don't know who is more grateful for winter vacation, the teacher or the students.

One can't wait to stop coming, couldn't give a damn about lessons or the work and is staring at the clock wistfully.

And the other just wants to pass the class.

How plausible is a C-4 mishap tragically close to the stack of finals...

There is something wholly depressing about trying to convey even the simplest of regimen and strategy to a class full of Branson wannabes and Academy/boot camp rejects.

I shall make a list of where they are hired and avoid those businesses akin to the Black Death.



[Swapped with Henry Jekyll]

( Voice Post of laughter, sobbing and partial sentences )

Oh god, my sides....

I put the lime in the coconut but I do not think I did it correctly; nothing of interest occurred.

I'm right here. I just wanted to know where you'll be taking him, who else will be there, and when I should expect him back. Oh and how old are you by the way?

Blocked from responsible, over-mature types.

Just sent in the application for SHIELD boot camp. Hooray.

Anyone out there feel like cutting loose and having some fun? I'd like to party one last time before I start craving shaken martinis.

And as long as we don't end up needing bail, sky's the limit.

Sites like this can make one rethink the whole wedding thing.

And I can't pick one dress that's the scariest. 

Not that I don't enjoy a vacation like the next, but does anyone know a good place to go and study? In case Gigi puts me back before finals are over, I've got a Game Theory in Recent Politics to master.

Also, anyone give a hint to a seriously good malt shop? They seem to be extinct.

Another reason I'm glad I jumped universes.

And I thought the Eminem/Punisher was a bad idea.

Let's go Yankees Let's go.

Ahhhh, spring is here. Anyone thinking about the Yankees/Red Sox game?

Next idiot who asks me if they need a legal license for a operating a Segway in a mall -sorry shopping complex- is getting a boot up the ass and I won't refund their tuition check.

Call it damage pay or severe moron tax.

I can only fantasize that he will be chasing a pincher on one, pass the food court, where a vat of old chitlin' oil will be chaotically strewn in his path and, careening and swerving, he'll run face first into a wall.

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