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While I'm sure Mark could do a wonderfully moving death scene, I would rather keep Calvert alive, thank you very much. I already had to give up Robbie dying in that French prison, so I'll use all of my darkside powers to protect Calvert. Have a nice day.

Thank you!

I vote for Will getting his G.E.D. Otherwise, I'll just end up shooting myself when I'm forced to listen to the in-depth discussion on whether his first period should be upstairs or downstairs. Have a lovely day.

Happy Birthday Nephy!!! Best wishes for a great day.

The pasta is rigatoni and it looks like a bolognese sauce. Lots of parmesan cheese and chopped basil.

Luckily my power held up. I even made it to work on time this morning.

Oh Vicky, you're so fine, you're so fine you blow my mind. Hey Vicky, hey Vicky.

Winds hitting the 50-55 mile range. Power's still up.

I went into work early this morning, did the important stuff, fowarded the phones to our answering service and shut the server down in anticipation of losing power. The area where I work always loses power. Made it back home by 1pm just as the winds really started to pick up. We don't usually lose power where I live, even though parts of my county are already flooding, but we're ready if we do. We probably won't re-open our office until Wednesday. As long as I can keep my cell charged, I can still get things done.

My first thought was 'What's he talking about? This makes perfect sense', and then it occured to me that I've been with his nibs so long that I automatically understand his phrasing. I read that sentence and my brain sees this: It occurred to me that as hard as I tried to do what he wanted during sex (verbally stroke his ego {Oh baby, big bick, yada yada} and, not that it wasn’t fun to do that, or a lot of effort to do that, but I did try to make him happy by doing what he likes), so he was trying now, after we were done, to make me feel satisfied by using tender gestures and not throwing his clothes on and running out of the room. You don't see the red bits in your head, too? My bad. Good point.

Okie-dokie. That works.

Yeah, sorry, that's not happening. I've a long term family friend who works for the FAA, high up enough to count. She was at one of the mid-west hubs that day. The FAA was told to put every plane on the ground - now - and did just that. About five thousand planes in an hour and a half. She said it was extremely intense. Her friend at LAX said his view from the control tower showed plane after plane parked anywhere they could put them with their wings practically stacked on top of each other. I don't think Will's done until he's had a semi-normal talk with his mother. They don't have to fix everything, just make a start.

We need one of those Groucho Marx emoticons with wiggly eyebrows. I could really make use of one of those. I think if Vic can get his own emoticon, I should get one too.

These were great! I would suggest, though, for #7 that you provide a couple of cheap ash trays (those foil tart size pans in the bakery aisle would work) that your guests can use outside. Then you can just pitch them when they leave. The ash trays...not your relatives.

Yep, what they said. Can't go wrong with an Altimexis story.

It is impossible to not enjoy a Libby Drew story. She's one of our best Hosted. If you've not read this story or the rest of Libby's work, what the hell are you hanging around here for? Go...now...read.

Happy Birthday Dark!!! Best wishes for a great day.

It would help to know what you think the stain is from. Blood comes out if you soak in cold water. Red wine with club soda. Grease (automotive) comes out with brake cleaner (not fluid). Ink comes out with non-aerosol hair spray (works best on leather or vinyl, but helps on cloth). Use a laundry-type stain remover and then wash. You might have to do the same steps a few times. You could also try a damp cloth that you've dabbed in a bit of salt. Use the salt as an abrasive and rub gently.

Best of luck to you, Carl.

I am not making chocolate cake this year...or, if I did, it would only be one layer...maybe just cookies...small ones. Happy birthday, Dom. Hopefully, this birthday finds you happy, healthy, and laid. Because next year, you know, you'll be old.

Graeme is an excellent author! Highly recommend this and anything else he's written.

Best lyrics ever.

Sending you via PM the address to my PO box. Add me to your list in whomever's place.

My 81 year old dad calls me at least once a week to use 'the google' for some information he wants. I can't imagine what he'd get into with an actual computer of his own.

Referees not even remotely qualified to referee the NFL are refereeing these games because the originally employed and legally contracted Referees were locked out of their jobs over the fact they would like to be paid a salary barely considered these days to qualify as middle class for the job they do well for an employer that posts annual revenue in the neighborhood of $9 billion a year and they'd like to keep their pension plan as it is now, not be forced into a 401(k) type plan that could and probably will lose every penny in it just before they reach retirement because some asinine hedge fund manager sneezes over the pretend futures of pinto beans or some too big to fail investment bank decides to play chicken over some cracked out investment scheme hatched out over one too many vodka martinis and sends the market into a tailspin...so you should totally blame the "rookie" and the billionaire CEOs determined to break a union over about as many dollars as are buried in the couch of their 50-yard-line luxury suite for the results of outsourcing an important skilled job to inexperienced referees in these games when those grown assed men playing a freaking game for a living to the tune of a ridiculous amount of millions of dollars in salary for themselves end up damaged. Yowza! Now that's some run on sentence.