Autumn and other adventures.

[byelka58]

Last Friday I flew up to Philadelphia, despite AirTran's very best attempts to hold me back: after overbooking the flight - egregiously, apparently - they kept upping the bump offer until it stood at two free round-trip tickets per person, a meal voucher, and a seat on the 10-something flight. That's quite the return on a $90 investment, but I

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[gabbiana]

Mwah ha ha ha ha. Hee.

I like it when other people point out my proclivity for cheese. And by "proclivity" I mean "addiction."

I also like to think that someday, somewhere, somehow, some people will need to throw a Scrabble game for a good cause, and I will be instrumental in their scheme. They will show up one foggy night at my house with a proposition for me, and at the front door under the chiaroscuro from my porch light one will strike a match and hold it to the cigarette in his lips and mutter, "So, I hear you only pick consonants."

Exploring in Philly is fun! Especially with another person who keeps me safe, and also keeps me from eating *everything* in sight. Because: I do that, you know.

I am so glad you like dates now. And butter cheese(Man, I just figured out where I'm registering for my wedding. My highly theoretical wedding, possibly to the debonair man with the square jaw whom I first met that night on my front porch and who revealed to me the secrets of the international Scrabble conspiracy and later rescued

[byelka58]

I believe I too am in love with the spy on your porch. But let us assume he is slightly too muscular for my tastes, so that I can admire your choice and still be happy for you. I'll bring the conductor over to your house some night and we can all play Scrabble and eat some kind of dairy product out on the porch, illuminated by the clouds of fireflies. Assuming you handle the termite problem, that is; otherwise we'll all collapse to the ground like an international Scrabble conspiracy exploded by the hard work of a tough guy driven by the death of too many men and the love of a good woman.

'Kay, I'll leave the noir to you.

Mr. Ramis seems to have been in Second City, for one thing, and to have directed a few episodes of "The Office." Oh, and he was Exec. Producer on your I Want Someone to Eat Cheese With. But let us be frank: appearing in Ghost Busters alone is evidence of a full life. Nerd professors turning explicably bad-ass and making with the wise cracks? Delicious

[la_zumo]

1. Mütter Museum: I am jealous.

2. Why haven't you visited me?

[byelka58]

The easy answer to your question is that AirTran, she does not fly to Austin. Or San Antonio, even. I guess Houston-Hobby isn't all that far, though, in Texas miles.

In truth, I have very little in the way of obligations and totally could come to visit you, but you would have to alert me to scheduled breaks in the studying. And cough up a sofa for me to sleep upon. Above all, you must promise it won't be hot. I dunno how doable all that is.

[byelka58]

Y'all just aren't Nina-pushy, that's all. Success is less about an invitation and more about an offer I can't refuse.

[byelka58]

It's not me and cheese; it's me and people who love cheese. I can't explain that, either, but let's be precise.

She really did draw mostly consonants, poor thing, which made my own middling play look good in comparison. And again in the service of precision, let me note that she didn't so much lose as forfeit.

[anonymous]

Fine. Then you have a cheese-lovers fetish, rather than a cheese fetish. It sounds weirder that way, anyway

[byelka58]

Bah - you can't make me feel bad about having friends with good taste.

And really, two out of, like,... ten is not so overwhelming. Where "ten" is a random number representing "all my friends."

Zdrastye!

[helf]

Ya drovosek i mnje xorosho;
ya shplju vsju noch i rabotaiu vies dien'.

Hi there!