taysteewonderbunny

I used to get teased in New Orleans by the gutterpunx I knew that I was "three kinds of white bread." So, I put my favorite three brands of white bread together and figured that'd be my band name. Only I don't know how to play an instrument, I can't sing (in front of people without fainting), I'm too wussy to scream out anything, I'm too white bread to have rhythm, and I can't dance, so I have NO band and just started applying the name to myself.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Make sure someone takes pictures in case you don't remember it.

Congratulations! Best wishes to you and your love!

Yer link iz broked.

I would actually turn the information over to the FBI. If the note poster IS someone you owe money, maybe they'll get shit for not going through proper channels (but feigning that they did). If not, maybe the FBI can do something if it fits with an open case or cases. In any case, if the owner of the phone gets a call from an agent, he will probably leave you alone after that.

Oh my! Well, I don't speak a word of Gaelic, but I was nearly right on that one.

After demonstrating on myself that Newton's second law of motion still seems to apply in a law-like way via a mishap on a borrowed bicycle, I still feel positive enough about this weekend that even my bruised and aching body reaffirms for me that I am alive in a (somewhat) orderly universe and that life is good, or, if not good, fun, anyway.

Hi! If you are an artisan or craftsperson or just have a bunch of stuff you would like to sell, the First Unitarian Universalist Church of Detroit on the corner of Cass and Forest Avenues has tables/space available. There are no table fees. 1st UU is just asking for a nominal VOLUNTARY donation of no greater than 20% of your sales profit. The church is having a rummage sale downstairs, but a "boutiques uniques" thing-a-ma-bobber, too. The church is just a block and a half from all of the action of Dally. This sales event is NOT an official Dally event, but independently offered by the church. Crowds some early and stay late and pass right by the church from parking. You can start hawking beginning at about 10 am, four hours before the event kick-off. If you are interested, please contact Kathleen Jacobs at lilbunniest@gmail.com ASAP for more details or message taysteewonderbunny for Kathleen's phone number. THANKS! The 35th annual Dally in the Alley is THIS SATURDAY, September 11th, in the Alley between 2nd and 3rd Avenues just one block south of Warren. Live music, local food, local brews, and alternative and local art abound. Festivities begin at 2 pm and conclude around 10 pm.

That much is true. Pedophilia isn't a sexual orientation AT ALL. Interestingly enough, of the pedophiles in the world, regardless of the gender of their victims, they otherwise identify, and often maintain relationships of the sort, as HETEROSEXUALS, in about the SAME percentile as heterosexual non-pedophiles (90%).

I am really disturbed at all the analogies of gay marriage to interspecie or human to object marriage. Unless you are trying to tell me that I or my father or great many of my friends, all of whom are fully human, fully capable of rational thought, human emotion and empathy are somehow LESS human for not being straight and therefore merely equivalent to cars or dolphins, find another line of argument. If that IS your argument, I laugh in your face and am very glad you are not a judge in California or elsewhere that you don't have the sense to recognize a member of your own species.

Possibly related to Sponge Bob (thanks, ohmygoth): http://www.youtube.c...h?v=TLcWNARPLB8

I think this one hearkens back to pseudo coverture when it was scandalous for a married woman to hold employment. The idea is that whenever you are the sole fiduciarily contributing member of the household, you can not leave the twat to rot.

It's amazing. I can neglect DGN for weeks at a time, but as soon as it goes down, I feel the void in my life getting a little voidier. That is to say, I'm glad you're back, DGN.

I'm a fan of the ladies' swim costumes of the fin de siecle, myself. Like the one here at the Ladies' Emporium. But I suppose you mean something more like this:

KitH, season one, fan transcript. Please forgive the typos. I didn't write it. Transcript misinterprets some stage action and omits some dialogue. Text not good enough for you? See it for yourself at this link. KitH: Kids in the Hall, best skit comedy in North America, 1988 through 1994.

Jeesh. I like everything everyone else dissed that I've read today excepting the chocolate covered cherries. Those and Cadbury eggs prove that something can be made too sweet. Otherwise, the only things I find disgusting are the bacon jellybeans my brother bought me for my birthday and the Harry Potter themed Jelly Belly in flavors like earwax. But the dirt ones were pretty good, though. I never had the guts to try the vomit flavored ones. Yep, I love sugar. I'd probably like chocolate chipotle grasshoppers. I think I'm a candy addict. Oh, and circus peanuts are so much better stale. When yours are old and crusty, Iris, pass them to me.

Fine, get the stoat stout then.

The article is re-edited to add the confirmed number of dead. Perhaps some of the recovered injured have not survived their injuries. Very, very sad event.

Happy birthday!

Yay! Happy birthday!

My mom's take on it: "there someone goes giving fictional villains a bad name."

Hello!

Happy birthday!

Everything since I got home from work today was wonderful. I had some nice cuddle time with Spook. We then went for a 10.1 mile bike ride. I am not used to those kinds of distances yet, so my thighs are sore, but in a good way. Upon our return to our abode, we had some wonderful grilled chicken (marinated in lime vinaigrette and Frank's Red Hot), steamed broccoli, and corn on the cob. Spook mixed me a nice cocktail to go with. We're finishing up the evening with some "Kids in the Hall." It feels good to be alive today.