| | | | | | Wednesday, February 16, 2005 |
here there and everywhere
| | okay yeah... life is good. I got pie, oreo pie. I had an intimate conversation with Sterling (and not the kind you have to pay per minute for, because that would be icky)... and now I more little nuggets of precious precious information. I am an information horder, you know it, and I want to know it. Information is the best thing to stockpile, because you can give it away, and you'll never lose it. It spontaneously generates! I was right, friendship is based on mutual embarassment and trust. On the other hand, I think its interesting the things I hesitate to talk about, I can talk about a whole variety of subjects with... what I would like to believe is relative ease, but the things closest to my heart (and by heart, I mean the locked box of stuff that is slightly back and to the left [yes back and to the left, back and to the left] of the soul... near the gallbladder if you need a real organ to measure by), the ones I hesitate over, are only important to me. Ah here's one, a freebie... I thought Al from Quantum Leap... was cute (yes I know, he was hideously old compared to me when that show was on the air, I can't explain it, it just was/is). Fairly innocuous bit of info, but I would rather take on explaining the topic of mutual masturbation to a room full of twelve year olds or even demonstrate using actual beef products which parts of the cow go into hotdogs, than try and talk about the Quantum Leap thing. (why not Scott Bakula? Why Dean Stockwell? He was born in 1936 for crissakes! ) Hehe now I am playing the Quantum Leap themesong... and feeling dirty.
Anyway... life is good, I got pie.
posted by Amber at 12:24 AM
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Al? But, but, he's a hologram! From the future! All the way in the distant year of 1999! And not the good kind of EMH Mark I hologram, either, the bad kind of Arnold Rimmer hologram! You can't smooch light! Oh, you can try, of course, but you'll end up with your face half way in his, wiggling about for as long as the special effects budget hold out, and then he'll mash his little PDA and Ziggy'll open the magic door of leaving and he'll be gone. No, it'll never work out.
(Hmm... is it wise to make light of Ambs's opening her gallbladder and sharing? Yeah, I think so. She knows I kid, and besides, Dean Stockwell does have the cute little puppy thing going for him.)
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