What's that off in the distance? Is it an elephant? Is it a whale? No! It's the biggest slap I've ever seen!
DUCK!
I should say this here, where it belongs.
One of my greatest hate's is the! creative use "of" punctuation in sign's. I'm tempted to carry a few paints with me everywhere, so I can fix the worst offenders.
Honest, officer. It's not vandalism. It's grammar.
I'm suddenly reminded of a wonderful scene from Life of Brian.
You had it almost right the first time. As an acronym (or initialism, if you prefer to call it that), PM should be in capitals. The plural is PMs. PM's is the possessive.
Sorry. This belongs in the "Things you hate" thread under "misused apostrophes".
That's right, Moist. You're intelligent, witty, open minded and sexy.
The only book I use is Stephanie Alexander's "The Cook's Companion". It's mostly an encyclopedia of ingredients: each entry has a bit of history, varieties, how to select, how to store, different ways of preparation, and so on, ending with a selection of recipes. No basic is too basic to be explained (there's a substantial paragraph on mashed potato).
I do own other books, but they're just food porn. I very rarely cook anything from them. When I cook, it's for myself, and experimentation is fun. If my golden rule ("more chilli can save any disaster") fails, I can always get a pizza :-)
There's a difference between a healthy appetite and an addiction. A real addiction can be a serious problem. If you lose your job because you're taking too many five hour lunch breaks for a quick bit of fun, if half of your income goes to prostitutes, if you're led to because you can't find a consenting partner: then you need to do something about it.
I don't have any problem with SAUK's religious approach. It won't work for everyone, but if it works for some of the people who need it, then good for them. Major lifestyle changes take a lot of willpower (as our ex-smokers know). An all-seeing benevolent father figure, imaginary or not, does help some people find the strength that they need.
Listen very carefully; I shall say this only once. Good moaning.
My Bold and Original Artistic Statement (which current research shows has only been made 5,207,932 times before) is that there is beauty inherent in everything. There are no exceptions. A lot of the time we don't see that beauty, because we've been taught that some things are ugly. We are stupid and gullible creatures.
That's the direction I'm trying to move my photography. I want to see the beauty myself, then show other people how to see it.
It's one thing to believe this, and quite another to apply it to myself. I don't know if it's a quote or a cliche, but either way it's true: "I am my own greatest critic".
The B definitely stands for "beautiful". But why are there no BBMs?
I need a brave volunteer. Your mission is to propose to Sappho. It's a lot to ask anyone, I know, but... what am I saying? Propose to Sappho? The queue starts over there. The end is currently just outside Cairo.
Then while Will is off chasing you, I'll take advantage of his absence and propose myself. In perfect safety. Then we just need a very long honeymoon somewhere he will never find us. The rest of our lives should be long enough. Oh Sappho my dear - how are you with an atlas?
No one has mentioned Black Books.
Is it not a sitcom? I'm not very good with labels. You can't deny that it's brilliant and incredibly funny. Bernard Black isn't merely a worthy successor to Basil Fawlty. He is Basil Fawlty.
It got him as far as being ridiculed in the Cafe. That's probably a lot further than he was expecting!
I've had add someone to my MSN list when all I wanted was for it to remember their email address. I wasn't very pleased with that, though fortunately the person in question didn't mind.
Owwwwww! Poor Jo. I've been in a crash myself, though not as bad as yours sounds, and know what it can be like. I hope you're back on your feet soon. *very gentle hugs*
I don't mind PMs either - but I get so few of them they're more a pleasant surprise than an annoyance. I used to have ICQ set to "accept random chat" for the same reason. I even met some nice people that way (it's often a welcome distraction from work).
But I'm a single guy, and very few people feel the need to talk to me privately. The ones who do generally have a good reason. I'm sure it's a very different story for the women here. I'd hate to see your PM inbox.
Moist! When I sent you that photo of me I didn't intend you to post it here for everyone to see!
Oh dear. I'll never make any friends now. Back to my bell-tower...
Oh yes. The Scissor Sisters cover of Comfortably Numb was... what's the word? An experience. Superb.
Go and see your pics first, Heather. They're lovely.
That's an emergency situation if I ever heard one.
Wasn't it obvious that his brain had fallen out? The man needed a doctor (and at least a dozen police officers to search for the missing brain). He was right to call 999.
"possibly more", Kit? I'll admit that after the fifth drink I wasn't quite sure what I was massaging any more. But you didn't complain, so I kept on with it. The view up your skirt never ceased to be a marvel, so I can't have gone far from your feet.