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I love this picture. Frank and I have the same birthday.
Dawn, I can build a house, but I can't click on start, go to programs, click on accessories, then system, then defrag.
Nancy Grace is Satan!!! Nancy Chase is Permanently Fluffy.
Your new schmutzie fray nick Z. |
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I have a very very hard time following sequential directions. My brain just doesn't work that way. I have to willfully map it in my visual imagination in order to figure out what to do. It's a pain in the butt. I can't think of anything that I'm good at that couterbalances this, but I'm sure there must be something.
I share a birthdate with Monica Bellucci. I will not put up her picture. |
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Well I've been drawn thin, drawn off, and possibly drawn out. Never been drawn fluffy that I can remember. (Although I may or may not have a pair of fluffy drawers.)
Evidently I share a birthday with Jakes (the Snake) Plummer and (the Cowpoke) Gyllenhall. Along with a number of current and former actresses that did their time as objects.
I didn't recognize Sinatra. That must have been before he attained enlightenment...no that's not the guy. He's the one who wrote all those dull piano tunes? no, wait those little raisins? ...Hold on, I know this one! |
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having read through this whole thread, i have only two things to add: 1) i still don't know who miley cyrus is, or why i should care; 2) christ people, hooking up a router is easy.
EDIT: also, i apparently share my birthday with doogie howser and ice cube, amongst others. |
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Oh for goodness sakes, twiff.
Miley Cyrus is a singer/songwriter/actress/Disney porn star who is as annoying as a bowl full of scabs. She's famous for being famous.
I should also note here that she is the daughter of famed country singer/actor, Billy Ray Cyrus (am I spelling that right?), himself a gay icon whose latest foray into showbiz seems to have been playing the pool boy in David Lynch's wonderful fun-for-the-whole-family, laugh-out-loud table slapper, Mulholland Dr. It was a small part, but not so small that you didn't wince at least 4 times during the scene itself.
Get with it! |
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The funny part is that in five or six years, he's going to know far more than he ever wanted about this crap.
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keif: don't remind me. at least having a son should mean i don't have to worry about a disney princess stage. in theory, at least.
swits: i do, actually know who billy ray is, though "achy breaky heart" should damn him to hell. i really only remember one scene from Mullholland Dr.. yes, that one. but yeah, c'mon, i listen to WETA all frickin' day and tend to limit my TV to red sox games and the discovery channel. not just out of the loop, i don't even know where the loop is. |
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No Princesses probably. You just get the Mad Scientist stage where all they're doing is waiting breathlessly to graduate to a size of Lego small enough to flush down the toilet and see what happens because the orange and their sister's Barbie head they tried last month was so cool and to make it even better they learned that new word that sent their Mom totally semi-ballistic from the plumber and they want to know if there are more of those too.
And yes, it is all thought out in one sentence like that.
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and this is why there shall be only one. i'm sure my mom still has all my old legos, so young macduff will inherit those. granted, they aren't in good shape, ever since i got ahold of an exacto knife to inflict realistic battle damage on the lego knights.
mad scientist stage is cool. you can't learn how things are put together unless you take them apart, right? shit, i'm in for some trouble. [grin]
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Consider it training for the stages that follow. Once they graduate to "The Oracle at Messy Bedroom" stage you are hosed on a level that cannot be described without charts and an easel. ;) |
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Interesting thread, actually. Its good to pass things down to your children from your own childhood. I feel compelled to add that my daughter's four poster bed was my own bed growing up. How can you tell? Well, by the crosses I carved into the tops of each of the four posts, to stave off Satan the night I came home scared out of my freaking mind from seeing The Exorcist.
Oh, and I share my birthday with Adam Ant, and Roseanne. I just looked it up and there it was. Gotta love these internets. |
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I saw The Exorcist with my boyfriend on tape at his house. When he drove me home, he refused to walk me to the door he was so scared. I slept with the lights on for a week and I still can't see it again. My recollections are that vivid.
My birthday? Shared with Cameron Diaz, Peggy Lipton and Mary Shelley. |
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