Despite the fact that I'm spending the night in one of the lowest-rent motels in Nashville, there's a gas station cross the way that sells Heinekin in 24-ounce bottles. It's kind of funy to see a Heinekin bottle resting in a bucket of ice like a miniature green champagne bottle, but funny or not, it's still delicious...
I don't think anyone cares enough about who I am to want to stalk me. I do think it would be kinda cool to be recognized from here as long as that person realized that lush is not my whole life. I mean, it would be odd to be walking through my grocery store and hear someone call out, "Hey, Mr. Nudiepants!"
I am a PC. Due to some physical disabilities, Mrs Nudie Pants had to go shopping for the lightest laptop she could find. It turned out to be a MacBook Air. For the life of me, I just can never get used to it. I suppose if I only worked on it I would, eventually, but Windoze is so ingrained into my habits that switching back and forth just causes me no end of grief. And yes, there are viruses that make the rounds on the Macs of the world. She just caught one, and had to go buy MacKeeper to help get her back up to speed. The machine does seem to run well, but it's not the end-all and be-all of the computing world.
In the end, weigh your needs against your budget and decide if the coolness of the Apple moniker is worth the extra tribute extorted.
O. M. Fucking G.
That was really cool! I can't decide which of the duo impressed me more. I'm thinking it was her, but then I've always been a sucker for a pretty girl...
Anal? Like... in the butt? Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!
I thought used tampons were only good for making a vampire tea. Who knew?
I hit my best putt ever - 35 feet uphill on a water-soaked green with the ball sending up a rooster tail of water droplets, straight into the hole - while I was wearing a pink shirt and white pants. And I wasn't at all making a statement about my masculinity. It was a cool shirt to wear on a hot, muggy day. And after the girl o' the day stripped it off me and rocked my world later on that afternoon...
It became my Lucky Shirt.
That said... Red is the color of hunger, because it's the color of fresh meat before it hits the fire. It's the color of victory because it's the color of hot blood pumping out of a vanquished foe's artery. It's the prehistoric, primal color of success. All the psychological studies in the world can't change hundreds of centuries of genetic programming...
It's all water under the bridge.
Former United States President Lyndon B. Johnson and I have something in common...
Shit, I'll pay her $1000 for a week's worth of... ahem... "work." Good deal for her. She'll actually be "working" maybe an hour. Hour and a half, tops.
In The Silmarilion there's a dictionary of sorts, isn't there?