Back in London I loved beef flavored crisps. If they sold those here I would be a happy chip-eater.

Whereas when I lived in Wales and saw the existence of prawn-and-chilli-flavoured crisps, I not only began to question my own status as a lifelong Anglophile, but I also suddenly understood why the Empire had fallen.

Actually, her "love labia." That one is true.

::sigh:: Guys, are we really gonna have to get into a far more complicated anatomical discussion than I would prefer? I specifically used the term, "love nubbin" precisely so this page wouldn't attract any more porn-seeking freaks than usual.

If you Google, "Marion Davies Rosebud," you'll see why I uphold my original assertion; while the Wikipedia entry only says "a sensitive part of her anatomy," as an owner of said equipment, I can attest to what the most sensitive part is, along with what is more aesthetically congruent with an actual rosebud. (Hint: it's not the labia.) Please don't make me have to further explain the substantial difference between these two items, k?

(That's more about feminine anatomy than I ever want to discuss on this page again.)

As someone who--regrettably--at one time did enough crank to know, the concept of strawberry meth just doesn't work for me; no amount of flavoring, sweet or otherwise, could ever disguise that pernicious taste, any more than the methadone I just finished taking for two years (for those who don't read my LJ) is at all changed with the sickly sweet cherry? berry? Beelzebub smegma? flavoring (I've heard other clinics use an orange flavoring, which I'm sure is just as nasty).

IMO, if kids wanna use, they're gonna use, regardless of how horrid it tastes or however uncomfortable the ingestion process might otherwise be. The need to self-medicate tends to trump 'little' things like how much meth burns (from being cut with stuff like Drano) or getting injection site abscesses, when the overriding objective is to obliterate emotional pain (or maybe just unintended alliteration). I'm just sayin.

Bill, I had to swing by the InExOb tonight, and please know how well it holds up over time; all I had to do was see the words,"Toast Party!" or "CHA CHA CHA" and I started giggling helplessly. Which reminds me...

Okay, I know you like The Lileks; I just finished reading his books, and I admit they were pretty hilarious (and, in the 70's book, the '2001' bathroom made me inadvertently gasp, "Ohmigod!" when I turned to that page); still, his two old-recipe books reminded me so much of the InExOb that I wanted to go back and make sure he hadn't ripped you off or anything (thinking, "Alright, though my former attorneys specialize in product liability, I'm sure they could refer me to an intellectual property specialist..." Sorry, somebody tries to profit from or fuck over my friends, they'll taste my steel, figuratively speaking).

Which makes me wonder, if Lileks could turn the Institute into printed matter, why couldn't the same be done with the InExOb? Would there be too many commercial/legal clearances? It's every bit as good (and then some) as any of Lileks' stuff (or the cracked.com stuff, for that matter--that list of stupid books made me laugh so hard that I snorted [which I do NOT normally do--I'm usually waaaay too delicate and feminine to do such a thing, no, really...]). If you could reap a little cred or money from it, so much the better.

On the other hand, if you feel that Killsy and Byron have enough to contend with, being beloved internet icons, that's perfectly all right. Just one question...

Your comedy's most likeable character probably shouldn't be the villain.

Okay, so what about your action movie?

Four words: Alan. Rickman. Die. Hard.

'Nuff said.