And I mean the way-back days. Sheila Ryan Coiffed like a Pinhead. One of the first things I remember seeing in my early days here. For the record, I believe the chick in the photo is now a regular on American Horror Story Asylum. I am addicted.
And like a true fashionista, the green Eclectus parrot throws a tantrum if he is forced to change – stamping his feet, flapping his wings and squawking.
(via The Daily Mail)
…I’ve been meandering back. I loved this question and thread.
(via The Gothamist)
How long can you last?
Your social class is stuffy. Let’s dance with the ship’s rats and have fun.
You have captured my heart. Let’s run around the ship and giggle.
(The ship SINKS.)
Never let go.
I promise. (lets go)
Can I do this unobtrusively?
This being: return to the roadside motel where I lived for the past three months, dive into the dumpster to retrieve a garbage bag, open it and retrieve a small trashcan liner filled with vomit and other detritus, and swirl through it in search of a diamond ring that belonged to my mother.
I don’t think I can do this unobtrusively.
— at least in reruns.
Hoisting this post is as poignant for me as it is funny. I’ve been in Dallas for a couple of weeks, in part seeing to troubles swirling around my long-time friend Lee, who’s been diagnosed with a form of dementia.
Lee’s last paying job after her formal retirement was a part-time gig writing summaries of lawsuits filed in various district courts of Galveston (TX) County. Before that, she was . . . oh-so-many and oh-so-much. Read more
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