When Cindy gets a bikini wax, she wonders if she felt a gentle breeze. Then goes right back to being badass.Cindy, that's really fucking funny.
And
Amy, exactly how many pieces do you have in Esquire this month?
So talented.
Styro said it best: you're the "internet's little sister"... it's so hard for me to
not sit you down in the backyard after dinner and have a long talk about potential. YOU COULD BE THE NEXT (AND FIRST)
QUEEN PRESIDENT IF YOU SET YOU SET YOUR MIND TO IT,
AMY CHOPPA.
And
Sonya, I have to say that, in light of my work-mandated internet celibacy, I had not visited in some time. And that when I
did recently visit (celibacy be damned! as per usual!) I was even more captivated than before. Every few posts Sonya writes something that she forgot she was posting on the internet. And I have to stop. To read that again.
And
Joel is starting up the
Change of Plans blog again. It's a story that one person starts, and then other people add onto it... and then other stuff happens... it's awesome. It was actually
my idea. Back in 2003. When I was sitting at home all day, pretending to write my thesis. Joel appears to have his proverbial shit together, though, so I have confidence that non-proverbial shit won't just get abandoned this time. I'm personally trying to work my way through October's story:
"Kehaar inwardly groaned. As if he didn't have enough to worry about. This human had been nothing but trouble; the brainwashing had gone well initially, but he hadn't realized the demands that could be laid down by petulant Earth women. He should have specified 'goes along, gets along' somewhere in her hypnosis procedure. But no. And now he was stuck in a muddy bunker-- eight-five percent of his forces dead or dying on the field, no carrots, no water dish-- with a beautiful spoiled human. Who thought that Kehaar, The Grand Lepus, was her bitch."So far I'm at a loss.
Go and sign up. Immediately.
