I hit a deer one time in my 73 VW Thing.
It bounced off.
It took my first wife’s determined attempt to fly it over a ditch full of tree stumps to finally wreck that little beast.
Mom, here’s an idea; quit watching Bones. I quit watching it the first season, and I rest so much easier for it. Not only was it stooopid, but the main character’s gal pal was written as a sexist female sow.
I was watching one of the CSI shows last week, and they started talking about how the victim was poisoned with Potassium Chloride. I said Huh?, and went and got the little container of salt substitute, and lo and behold - Potassium Chloride. Who knew I’d been flirting with death all this time? :eek:
Sometimes the writers aren’t real bright.
Speaking of hearts, I tried cooking a goat’s heart once. Even the cats wouldn’t touch it.
Will I be kicked out of the MMP if I say I like Bones? I like amusing, not-all-that-smart shows. I watch tv to turn off my brain for an hour. There’s too much reality in my world so I like something unrealistic when I watch tv. I’ve gotten into The Good Guys lately for much the same reason (and I like Bradley Whitford). And all of the USA-original shows too.
Annie if you get kicked out for never havin’ seen Bones I’ll get kicked out too. Then we can go and start our own MMP. We’ll call it the uber cool MMP!
Makin’ curried pork and sweet N.O.T. for dindin. YUM!
BBBobbio I have been deconstipated many times by deer.
Nava have some fun with this. Whatever HueyDeweyandLouie show up wearin’, you show up in the same thing the next day. Or, put their staplers in Jell-O. Either would be fun.
I wasn’t watching Bones. The spousal unit was. I was in the same room, knitting. He likes the stupid show, so I couldn’t even sit there and snark it. So I saw it, and almost strained my eyes with all the rolling…
Home. Weenies for supper. Daughter is taking her puppeh to training class tonight. And I’m thinking the end is pretty near for old Bernie - she’s passing blood in her urine, which we know because she’s doing it on the carpet… I fear we may have to take that last trek to the vet very soon.
Other than that, just another day in paradise. Plus tomorrow’s my Firday - YAY!
I wanted to like Bones, but the writing is just.god.awful.
People were being especially annoying at work today. Plus the afternoon guy got fired for being late too many times. I’m starting to feel like a rat who’s noticed a leak on the ship. I’m starting a job search tomorrow. Why not today? Because Culinary Boy got a Major Computer Upgrade for me/him for Christmas and it all came in the mail today. After Computer Boy gets home and we have chili, there will be upgradin’ happening which means I need to continue backing up my files before the reformattin’ happens.
Remember I went to Cedar Rapids 2 weekends ago for an interview? I might be going again to talk to a different part of the same SuperConglomoCorporation…
Went to a house fahr tonight, and did light duty stuff on doctor’s orders. Despite my progress, rolling hose hurt a lot, so I think I won’t be going to the live burn class next weekend. I’ll just have to wait to get my fahr academy papers for a couple more months.
Yay on the interview, Bobbio, but boo on the deferred fahr school stuff.
I’m off work tomorrow, so I might actually get to read your resume, Spaz; sounds like good timing. And, yeah, when workplaces start to fall apart like that, it’s generally a sign that it’s time to say goodbye.
I like Bones, too, although I barely made it through season 4. Season 5 and 6 so far have been much better. But, yeah, you have to be willing to suspend disbelief.
::waves at Soapy and** MBG**::
Book group tonight was fun, although most of us hadn’t actually read the book. (I got my dates mixed up and had only barely started.)
Argh. A co-worker on Facebook told me that he hopes my boyfriend beats me tonight, because I called him (in jest) a misogynistic pig, which was in response to the flippant response he posted about the article I linked to (about the first Asian-American woman professor with tenure at Harvard Law).
I barely know the guy. I’m all for off-color jokes, but his comment really pushed my button, and he was obviously not making it in a light-hearted fashion (ie, he was actually seriously pissed at my misogynist comment).
Dude if you’re going to make an immature joke about a woman who’s accomplished something you can only dream of, you should be able to take an insult like that in good humor. I find it incredibly ironic that your response to that joke was to suggest I needed a beating from my boyfriend. What. The. Fuck.
I know how annoyed I am when I get some email from some guy I’ve never met telling me that my girlfriend sassed him and I need to straighten her out. I mean, Jeez, show a little personal responsibility, huh? If she insulted you, you beat her up. I’ve had a long day.
They’re three young blonde chicks… Barbi, Bambi and Randi? bearie, not my kind of clothes. Today I’m wearing my “I’m not weird, I’m gifted” T-shirt and the plan for tomorrow involves the velvet black-and-pomegranate skirt, the red cowboy boots and a black HRC tee. Those three dress like they’ve escaped from either a nunnery or a Corte Inglés ad.
