Yeah, so I’m entirely too tired to persevere. Instead, I think I’ll read The Queen of Cool (yay!). One minor mystery solved though. In rewatching the third ep of Veronica Mars from this season, the one with the bizarre "Love Hurts" interlude, I realized the answer to exactly who the singer was would no doubt …
In my possession is a book I love, plucked from the Discard Pile (in fact, DISCARD is written in bold black along the edge of the pages and in the front and back covers): Ballads of Old New York by Arthur Guiterman (also author of The Mirthful Lyre). It’s full of all sorts of good …
Not that the spirit of this night is precision, but Justine offers up anyways as the correct spelling of anyway. I submit as evidence these Amazon search inside the book results for Andrea Seigel’s Like the Red Panda. I think it’s just a preference thing and both are equally valid. Anyway, up next, a ballad …
Growing up in the middle of nowheresville, dark chocolate was a nonexistent entity — except for Halloween. My grandmother always bought at least one bag of the mini Hershey’s bars to pass out and those, of course, included the Special Dark. I’m pretty sure that most people thought there was something wrong with them. I …
So, we had some early dinner guests and figured out how to hook up one of those Atari joysticks with seven or eight games from the 2600 era. That’s right: I’ve been playing Adventure. (Which contains the first ever Easter Egg. Not to mention the Bat. And the best duck-like dragons ever.) NaDruWriNi will officially …