I loved that episode! And I really want the generic “80s film?” t-shirt David Mitchell has on in the Toblerone Zone flashback
I loved that episode! And I really want the generic “80s film?” t-shirt David Mitchell has on in the Toblerone Zone flashback
He used the term “polyamorous.” I didn’t really think he’d know that word or how to use it. So I’m ... impressed? About something? Or just flummoxed?
Particularly the lookit-my-engagement-ring-LOOKIT photo.
That’s what she said.
That got me sniffly.
And wanders the White House.
Ugh, the typos. Sorry.
Oh geez. *sniff* Thank you.
I keep that column open on my phone for when I need it. I’ve lost one member of my triumvirate of string bipolar women and I’m shaken. And it’s my giddamn birthday which always sucks but at least there’s a tangible reason why, this time.
I stubbornly cling to the no-body-no-death rule though I suppose the same could be said about the Emperor. And Han would just come back extra-cranky, anyhow.
I’m a permagrey but here are two. First is sad: Get Me Through December by Allison Krauss. Second is wistful with a bit of swing: Home for Christmas by Kate Bush. One of the few songs where she’s accompanied by an acoustic guitar and muted trumpet!
St Michael’s Hospital’s Family Practice is accepting patients right now, I think. You could also look into Women’s College though I think St Mike’s is the better bet. (Unless your GP is with them in which case what the hell as it’s a teaching hospital.)
“Furthermore, I can’t be left with my imagination!”
This is, like, Walker Evans material. Wow.
That book made me cry. I didn’t expect that but it’s cats so I ought to have known better. The Guardian just gave the film two stars, though, despite Bob who they described as getting “more closeups than Garbo at her peak,” so I’ll likely avoid.
Speaking as someone who can’t buy a white shirt without sullying it within nanoseconds: *snort*
❤️
oooo, I admire your internal rhyme structure of “squash blossoms.”
Hello.
*Jemaine