The nephews came in after playing for 5 hours straight with the castle block set we gave them for Christmas & declared it boring & not fun.
Saw many tweets about heavy snow & got excited I might return to a white Xmas in STL, but I sounds like we got ripped off with a dusting.
Hey! I’m live on Ustream from my iPhone - ustre.am/1Z3a
So do military not have to take off their boots in airline security? Lady behind us was told she didn’t. @tsablogteam
Called by (mistaken identity) credit report company. I got him to tell me last 4 of his ss # & his home street (since he was asking me).
Watched SNL Christmas Special in hopeful anticipation of Sigourney Weaver / Buster Poindexter “It’s Cold Outside” duet but it was not to be.
App idea: take a pic of your finished Scrabble game & it OCRs & saves words used. Bonus: take pics every round & it records the whole game.
Digg’s maddening. Shoot monkeys to space, cover CES, launch digg-like site: nothing. Write funny email: Top in All Topics tr.im/HTUR
I think instead of FIRST POST, you should post a (. Then, days later, you can come in and post a ) & say IT WAS ALL JUST A PARENTHETICAL!
Community is formulaic & predictable. I enjoy it more than makes sense. It’s no The Office or 30 Rock, or even Parks & Rec, but it’s good.
The chandelier in the original Father of the Bride (1950) is an exact match of our dining room chandelier.
I suppose I should enjoy the humor in getting multiple Twitter errors as I try to click over and catch up on @ioerror’s Twitter feed.
Yes, I accidentally spammed all my gmail contacts with a request to join my TripIt network. I’m that guy, apparently.
Uh oh, looks like someone left the ginger iron on at @__’s house: tr.im/HOvJ
It doesn’t take much for “Baby It’s Cold Outside” to sound creepy/scary: “Say, what’s in this drink?” & “The answer is no.” Call 911!
Got the Wii back from repairs. It’s Beatles Rock Band night. I’m lucky there’s no 1-click buy-all-extra-songs button.
Read a theory: Existence is 1 big Groundhog Day. Day=1 trillion years & Punxsutawney=the universe. Glad I learned Rubik’s Cube this time.
I wonder how much trouble I’d get into for repainting the concrete barriers on S. Grand white some night. This project’s a disaster.
It’s so sad to open a 2005, only to find out it’s skunked. Luckily, by the second glass of the 2006 syrah, it’s a distant memory.
The Freese arrest makes me wonder about his car accident last year. I’m fine with the Cards drinking, can we just stop them driving?