Boob guns just seem so impractical and inaccurate.  Is having your hands free while bullets are flying within an inch of them really an advantage in a fight?

So excited about this and it looks even better than I expected. 

I've seen it several times despite the aforementioned miscast Reeves.

Once it turned into that direction, focusing a bit on the oldest son, I found it to be one of the sadder movies I've seen in a while.

I really like Deep Water from the last few years.

So fucking sad.

Aw, @avclub-4caf6aa0375b2499ebfe7e971b36eee3:disqus , that's nice, but I'm not getting my hopes up.  Not to be a downer about it; it's just best not to worry about it. 

Loads and loads of people.

And it wastes additional time because the vast majority of the people in that room spent the afternoon complaining about the meeting!

That's a great story @avclub-f7f8eb12e0f61a9321597157c0d61791:disqus !  I am not generally outgoing to strangers, but will respond to people who chat with me and sometimes really nice things come out of it. 

@avclub-4f18f486a356810b3ef8008243bcba7a:disqus  Yeah, it can be a pain.  I generally get into a frying frenzy over a week or two, where I am really careful about saving the oil and everything.  I don't do it that often, though.

It's funny how I can put a bra on under my pajamas and feel like I am officially dressed.

I mentioned this above, but I unsnapped my bra for a while at work yesterday, but it felt really weird.

I know a few who met the perfect person for them, which is why it was even more crushing when my attempt at online dating was such a disaster.

I did archery for the first time this weekend and really liked it.  As for fencing, I have friends who met on their fencing team in college and fell in love, later to be married.  And she was better than he was - good enough to try out for the Olympic team.

We had record snow in Atlanta this weekend with a trace.

Zins are great, especially red.  Ignore them.

oh man, I hate being guilty-by-oh-so-tenuous-association with jackasses.  I somehow ended up being part of "loud" group on a 9-hour flight once just because I started talking with people who seemed nice enough at first, but who, after 5 or 6 shots apiece,  became belligerent to the people sitting behind them.

Unbearable moment of my week:

I had two glasses of wine Friday night and couldn't breath all night because I got so congested :(  Why do alcohol and my sinuses not get along?