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tuesday is will you please pick a topic and stick to it? day
11/29/2005 = 05:13 PM

In answer to everyone's comments:

We're not allowed to cook outdoors, due to the condominium fire codes in our town. I cannot have a Hibachi on my patio — hell, I can't even have a live Christmas tree inside. Picture them making laws like that and then saying, sure, go ahead, drop a turkey in a vat of hot oil.

Well, if at first you don't fricassee, fry, fry, fry a hen.

If you smoke, I won't tell you to quit. I never do. I love every cigarette I ever had, and a few I didn't have (dream-cigarettes; other people's secondhand smoke — yeah, I still like the smell).

However, I will caution you, if you do not smoke, don't start, because someday, you'll want not to smoke anymore, and it is a bitch to the infinite power getting that shit out of your system.

As in, it's been over three years for me, and I still crave cigarettes.

Pfeh.

But today is Summer Gale's Cleanlungaversary, and she wrote about it, and I feel less alone in it. So, rock.

Stan Berenstain has passed away. He and his wife, Jan, made a great contribution to children's literature, and I cut my own reading teeth on their honey-loving Bear family. I'm sad.

The Frighteners is one of my favorite movies. I can't remember if I ever mentioned it before, but it is. It has ghosts in, if you're the fraidy-cat type. But it's good fun. Go rent it. I'll wait here.

I don't get to say "fraidy-cat" nearly often enough.

I woke up this morning with a bit of brain confetti left over from a dream-conversation I was having with a friend of mine:

If you're same-gender oriented and you're moving sluggishly in the morning, maybe having a little trouble getting a move on, are you a slowmosexual?

Not that there's anything wrong with that. I have trouble getting started first thing in the morning myself.

It's that time of year again. How I love me some Make a Flake.

Look. Penguins.

Holy crap. Where has this site been all my life?

http://www.nndb.com/

drinking: tiger shot energy beverage fizzy-lifting drink. i almost put "tigger shot." heh. bouncy-trouncy bouncy-trouncy.
listening to: Zombies in Love, Don't You Forget About Me (Simple Minds cover)
why I love disco doug: "the kid's hair had ecology in it." that's why.