Hey! You stole my finale!! Of course, at this point, I’m pretty sure he knows that I’m wildly moon-eyed over him (that is, if he’s even noticed me before) and if not, everyone else does.
So don’t you go horning in on my territory you! I’d have for us to have to throw down a rumble (or four). Unless you want to share and LHoD doesn’t mind.
::: waves timidly at my trifecta of admiration :::
Awwww…I like you too. Tink and I were talking about you today, wondering how Miss Caleigh is and if she is home yet. Conversation promptly disintegrated to the usual topic around here- poo or just farts?*
*just farts.
Ooh! Ooh! She’s home for a week now, and went for all of that week with no poo, but lots of farts, so your discussion was unwittingly apt. (Pooped today finally, and all is now right with the world.) The only pants she fits into are the premie ones you sent, all the other stuff people got her is granny pants up to her armpits right now. Cute, but highly undignified.
CynicalGabe in his Russian hat, yum yum. Stranger On a Train has won me over with his wistful eloquence. I see him as being poetic and prone to wearing large black overcoats, for some reason.
I’m also fond of roger thornhill, but that’s veering towards Electra Complex territory as he reminds me of my dad.
Er, wow, I’m not just a figment of my own imagination.
Sorry to disappoint, but I’ve no black overcoat. I do have a dark blue one, which I wear when it rains or when I want to do a Harry Lime/Sam Spade impression, and I once wrote a poem but managed to outrun the lynch mob, and have never erred since.
I’ve got a couple of “crushes” I suppose, but either the know who they are or they don’t need to know. I check in on Chronos and Darwin’s Finch when I’m bored 'cause I like their general areas of discussion (relativity physics and evolutionary biology, respectively), and I find that Tuckerfan and Johnny L.A. generally initiate some pretty good OPs.
Sorry Veb. I’d considered this a poll of sorts, but obviously neglected the extremely “mundane” nature of it. Mea culpa.
That said, I’m thrilled to see the Hermit show up. Makes my night. Now if I can only get the other two in here and any (Bueller? Bueller? Anyone??) that might think I’m comparable to chopped liver, I’d much appreciate someone throwing me a nod.
I think I’ve just mixed my metaphors, right? Surely that’s an endearing, crush-enducable trait.