(Stolen from britgeekgrrl)
(I only cheated a little.)
Another New Year's Eve party, another dance with inebriety, friendship and destruction.
Why didn't I think of this?
NASA in the good old days when we landed people on the moon and stuff.
It would be pointless to attempt to describe the oodles of crazy foolishness that made up this brief interval of time in Halloweentown (and the rest of the stop-motion universe).
It's still much better to be in a LARP than to watch other people being in a LARP.
We had a smaller, kinder, gentler Third of July party.
Just a note to say that we've returned from the cruise.
This week on Mutual of Inglewood's Wild Kingdom: dead opossum in the bushes and hawk on the high voltage pole.
It occurs to me that calling the Republicans 'the party of chickenhawks' has achieved double entendre status.
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Forgot to mention: on the flight back, the guy sitting next to me was a Mr. Shayk.