Adelle’s attempt to get me to go out tonight involves sending me a screenshot of a conversation she’s having with the party’s host. Oh the tech world.
Laura (aka Oppie, L'opps and Lala)
“ Still, some prefer the drink precisely because it is so rich. “I’m one of those fat guys that guzzle milk by the gallon,” said Steve Barber, 28, an antique motorcycle restorer from Saugerties, N.Y., who was attending his first Lebowski Fest and came dressed in a flak vest like the Dude’s Vietnam veteran buddy, Walter. Unlike a lot of Lebowski fans, Mr. Barber has a taste for the drink that predates his viewing of the movie. Several years ago, he said, he used to mix himself a White Russian every day for breakfast: “I called it the ‘Big Boy Milkshake.’
A Revival for the White Russian - NYTimes.com
My sweet new ride. Thank mom and dad for the awesome birthday present!
Here’s a little thing I like to call A Guaranteed Way to Make Your Computer Not Want to Work.
PS - Someone buy me a new computer for Christmas, please?
Didn’t you get a new computer like a year ago? What are you doing to it that it already needs replacing? Might just want some more RAM.
OMG you are so supportive!
What I meant to say is… you do so many projects on your computer, that perhaps more RAM would solve your slowness issue.
Also, is it me, or have you color ordered your dock? Reminds me of when I rocked that on my bookshelf.
Here’s a little thing I like to call A Guaranteed Way to Make Your Computer Not Want to Work.
PS - Someone buy me a new computer for Christmas, please?
Didn’t you get a new computer like a year ago? What are you doing to it that it already needs replacing? Might just want some more RAM.
A typical IM conversation in my office.
4 Dec 2007
Also the night of latke party. Seems forever ago.
The Latke party! That was an epic night. And yes, it does seem ages ago, doesn’t it?
“ There is actually no stack of cash large enough to persuade me to have sex with this guy, but as his income is listed as “more than $1,000,000,” I feel slighted. I ask why he uses this website if he’s not prepared to dole it out, and he says regular dating sites don’t cater to his preferences regarding age or “sensuality,” and that the young girls on Craigslist are all unclassy whores. This statement is followed by an offer of $500 to “get into” my “cooch.” My double vodka doesn’t do nearly enough to muffle his egotistical blather (“Enough about me,” he says 20 minutes in. “Tell me about you. What do you think about me?”) or the commentary he provides about his, um, girth. My roommate—charged with checking in on me—texts, “If he gets you the guacamole egg rolls you owe him a BJ. Also, ask him if I can have a pony.
SugarDaddy.com: Old Dogs, New Tricks
29-Day Giving Challenge
Is it weird if I want to do this?
I went to see my friend Kenyon’s chorus (the SF Gay Men’s Chorus — go see them!) last night and lo and behold, Jennifer Holliday was the guest star. She may have originally performed “And I am telling you” a long time ago, but she’s still got it. The lady is a force to be reckoned with. She may only have this, you know, ONE SONG, but she rocks it.