Back on topic. WBB shares hers with... yours are even worse than mine! Who are all these people? I recognise Camus, Joni Mitchell, and of course Marja Sklodowski. But the rest?
So let's see... has it made it into my signature?
Lou Reed and Dr Suess. Good company to be in.
I've always liked Mondrian. Sharing a birthday is as good an excuse as any to buy a print. But which one?
I've seen the Channel 4 swearing ad once. It might have been on Film 4, but it was definitely late at night.
It took me ages to work out what they were. I thought the first ones were teasers for some upcoming "100 Greatest"-style show.
Considering how shy I am about telling the fantasies that have happened, I think I'll join Blue in silence on this topic.
If you haven't already, could people with photos of the walk send them to Mark. There's a few people who still haven't seen it.
I really must spend more time on the A34. Ooh!
Who? Who? Who? I've never heard of these people.
Lord Snowdon, Maurice Ravel, and Piet Mondrian: that's more like it.
All of my dictionaries say "recognize", with "recognise" as an accepted variation. I can never remember which words use -ize and which use -ise, so I tend to use -ise everywhere. It's very lazy of me, I know, but it does make me identifiable as Not American.
I was going to ask if anyone had a list of correct -ise words that I could (eventually) learn. Then I realized that it's the perfect job for a rhyming dictionary.
Franchise, surmise, despise, comprise, excise, incise, chastise... perhaps I should just give up and never use any -ise or -ize words in writing.
Quantize. I will remember that one. I use it all the time at work, and I've been getting it wrong.
Back to the "Does sise matter?" thread.
The first munch with garlic bread, and I CAN'T COME!. Life is so unfair.
The closest I've managed was driving into a tree at 100km/h (60m/h), snapping the seat belt. I walked away with a few cuts and bruises.
It wasn't my fault: that curve is well known to the local police. One of the photos shows partly healed scrape marks on a nearby tree, just above mine. Someone else had done exactly the same thing a few months earlier.
Bruised ribs hurt.
Then there was the time I was calibrating an oscilloscope (several thousand volts on certain bits of the insides) without using the recommended plastic screwdriver. I couldn't see properly for a few minutes.
For the record: I am not shaven there, and I'm not going to be. If I started shaving, I'd have to continue on to my chest, arms, hands, legs, feet, back, neck... it would take a week, and then it would be time to start again. It's not happening.
I understand that many women prefer the follically challenged. There are also many women who like big cuddly teddy bears. Thank god for that.
So that's the secret to these massive post counts. Recycling!
Just as brilliantly funny the second time around. I look forward to its next outing :-)
What more is there to say? Judy has said it all. It was all a bit of a blur for me: quite literally, as I can't wear my glasses under that head. But it was fun.
We need to sort out a page for the pictures. Mark, would you mind setting something up?
I distinguish between kissing and snogging. Kissing is the friendly social type that I think Sappho was thinking about. It can be on the cheek or lips, but is never much more than a quick peck. Snogging is prolonged, on the lips, perhaps with tongue. Snogging is kissing with intent.
A quick kiss on the cheek is a good greeting, on the days I'm not feeling too shy. I'd only move it to the lips once I know that the other person isn't uncomfortable with it.
I don't have the emotional associations with kissing or snogging because I don't have a partner. There's no chance for jealousy.
I haven't met a pizza topping I didn't like. Chicken is fine. Mushrooms are almost compulsory. Grapes are surprisingly nice. Be adventurous with your pizza!
I'm tempted to make a banana and chilli pizza now, just to see what it's like.
The Sixth Sense was on TV the other night. When he pulls the tent off the girl: that was the moment that made the film for me. His fear was so convincing I felt it myself.
I don't believe in ghosts, and I'm not normally scared of the dark. I take short-cuts home through cemeteries on moonless midnights and think nothing of it. But after watching that movie, I have to sleep with the lights on.
I'm sure there are women who want only a large penis and fast hard penetration without much foreplay. I've never met them. Archangel, I find your comments very puzzling: it's like we're living on different planets, and have experience of women of two completely different species.
We must also be reading different versions of SH. On the first page of "women seeking men" ads, there are five ads requiring well endowed men (and two saying that she'd prefer it, but it's not essential). That's out of thirty.