I love my friends. And I love them even more when they write stuff that makes me nod my head in agreement so hard it's in jeopardy of unscrewing itself from its neck-post, propelling itself up into the stratosphere, and ricocheting off Saturn. (And here you thought I was going to say "Uranus.") (Oh, you.)
Thank you, my dearest Scott, for confirming, yet again, why I adore you so very much!
fresh-baked at 08:48 AMYeah, you gotta sand. But you can do it under the table. Problem solved.
Offered by: Leslie on May 22, 2008 8:34 PMAlthough I enjoyed the whimsical mental image you conveyed in this post, I must take issue with the notion of your head ricocheting off Saturn. I am not a professional astronomer, but I believe that Saturn is one of the gas giants. As such it has no clearly defined surface. Instead, its atmosphere is made up of gases that grow ever more dense as one approaches the core, which may or may not be a rock or mineral substance. I bring this up so that I can further note that the term "gas giant" should never be used on a first date. In any context. Trust me. It is not easy being tall and tan and young and lovely.
(Yes it is.)
((Meow!))
Offered by: prancey kitty on May 19, 2008 3:10 PMI always sand the splinters off my chopsticks if they are the cheap kind.
And I learned that habit in Tokyo, from genuine Japanese people.
I'd think it far more rude to subject fellow diners to the sight of me yanking a splinter from the corner of my mouth.
