Not location specific, No rules: Welcome to ILX heaven

The weather was a bit cool this morning. Under 80 at least. Though the walk from my parking spot (ah the luxury) just now was kind of sweaty due to humidity. I think the high is still due to be around 90 today. ugh. Maybe we'll get fall by Thanksgiving.

I have nothing else to contribute.

Breakfast on Pluto may not be the best film in the world, but I lolled at Brendan Gleeson in his Great Uncle Bulgaria suit shouting "fuck you and your RAF!" and decking some bloke over a croquet mallet.

OTM. Only decent bit in it!

accentmonkey, i have started a game of scrabulous with you. I need to go and get my laptop back so I can watch daytime telly AND play scrabulous AND post to ILX all day long and never ever get my life back in order ever again.

You should see one of those people who helps layabouts get back to work ;)

Let's SCRAB, Ailsa.

:( I miss scrabbing.

That twirly girly left brain right brain thing is giving me a headache now from looking at it too long and making her switch direction.

I have fuXored up some of my site templates trying to making them valid. I am hating myself as I don't have time to fix them. Also hating Dreamweaver.

I ate jelly beans for my lunch and now I think I'm going to throw up. In other news: I actually quite liked Breakfast on Pluto, in a happened-across-it-by-accident kind of a way.

accentmonkey, strange things are afoot with scrabulous just now (see scrab thread for details)

this is such a morning thread. has this already been established?

Figured you were about, just saw the Lohan thread revive!

It is morning for us, Surmounter.

it's morning for me too! every tome i come to work, this thread is abrewin

hehe yes i just found out my workplace is having this all night party thing soon, and one of the hot tickets is a lohan screen retrospective

psyched.

so nice out today! gusty and gray

Oh noes I forgot about Heroes!

Won't get home until late this evening too :(

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Yeah I meant most people on this thread are in the UK so they're posting away while we're still snoozing. Makes for boring afternoons. :(

ooooh ya ya

I could do with a bit of gusty and grey. Proper sweater weather! This will not happen in Austin for a few weeks at least.

Time for a cup of tea. Can I get anyone anything from the kitchen?

petit buerre please.

yes, sweaters yesterday sounded like the grossest thing ever (muggy). but today i just want a bed of them!

Ya think P? Maybe I'm just cynical but I think it could be warm up until Thanksgiving. Winters are so short. . .I think I only wore my coat once last year!

It is pleasantly fresh on the east coast of the little island this evening. Me and the dogs had a good walk. Sniffed dogs' bums (them) and chatted to the neighbours about someone they know who keeps monkeys (me).

I don't keep monkeys. I just had the conversation about them.

More's the pity!

I was excited there for a minute, wondering how I had managed to miss the monkey facts. Also disappointed you weren't sniffing canine bums.

I have hit my afternoon slump. Not fun.

Go for a little walk. Five minutes.

More's the pity!

I would LOVE a monkey. Just a wee one. Hey, Mister M is away for a couple of weeks. It could be moved in and everything, he couldn't turn it away once I had taught it to do sad eyes. "Do sad eyes, ickle Chee Chee" I would say, and it would wring its little hands and make sad monkey eyes and Mister M would saw "aw, wook at its wittle eyes" and divorce me for being mental.

I am having a beer. Can you tell?

Yes. Pray continue, Madame. Your droll little posts are making me chuckle today.

Or, or! I could get a sea lion.

We live right next to the sea, after all.

Those things are 200% stanky. But a little monkey would be cool.

On the One Show tonight they were talking about what pets you were allowed to keep as pets now they've changed the ruling on what constitutes a dangerous animal in the UK and monkeys were definitely up for discussion. Neil's a bit worried that I am craving a little sort of llama-esque thing that was on the list, though I'm not sure my garden is big enough. You can keep emus as pets in the UK now, you know.

My mother-in-law rubs emu oil on her bad joints. I'm not sure I want to know how they get the oil.

Go for a little walk. Five minutes.

I did! There's a creek that runs by our building and I like to walk down there to take a gander at the critters. Today I went down to the road/bridge and looked underneath. It was smelly and there were mud stalagmites everywhere. Then I noticed a squirrel at my feet who seemed to be saying, "Don't touch my nuts, bitch." So I left.

Wow! I control you. Do my dishes.

Try saying that to the monkey.

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:/ I'll have to rinse off the soap you know.

That's okay, I'm a rinser too.

You get emu oil from dead emus, sadly. We stayed on an organic emu and olive farm in Greece once on holidays, and the people who ran it were really zealous about emu oil. Their son was in a bad accident when he was a kid, and was seriously burned across his torso and one arm. Emu oil helped him to recover and helped his skin regrow (they said). So they started running the emu farm. They used every bit of their emu, including the skins, which they sold to book binders.

Jesus, Must Love Dogs is a poor film.

Try saying that to the monkey.

Chee Chee! Dishes! Chee Chee! Oh no, BAD Chee Chee.

I read that as 'Jesus must love dogs is a poor film', which it probably is/would be.

Maybe that was the alternative title for All dogs go to heaven...

It would be especially bad if Diane Lane was Jesus. She has no pizazz.

I once had a conversation FOR OVER 20 MINUTES with a neighbour who was convinced her gite in France would be completed by a giraffe so she could say hello to it from upstairs windows without it having to bend down.

Draw your own conclusions.

I am confused.

What is confusing you? That anyone would put Diane Lane in the lead in a romantic comedy opposite John Cusack? I'm confused by that too.

No, the giraffe.

I could tell Must Love Dogs would be bad by the commercial.

Charlotte was charming. But you knew it was time to leave the pub when she started licking her own nipples.

That sounds worse than it was. From a male-only perspective, possibly.

Now it is my turn to be confused.

Now Diane Lane is crying in the nude in her shower because Dermot Mulroney is not a nice man. I could have told her that.

You have never met Charlotte (the giraffe woman). Nor are you likely to, now she's living in Dubai and divorced.

Well, if she can get a giraffe anwywhere, Dubai would be the place.