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[NotFromHere]

Originally posted by sebastian_dangerfield
Conference with the wife. Tagging along...

I actually go there a few times every year. I'll be back in the Fall.

With your new fall line of colostomy bags? And red loafers?

[sebastian_dangerfield]

Originally posted by NotFromHere
With your new fall line of colostomy bags? And red loafers?

BnB probably knows the shoes. The store was right on Los Olas.

[NotFromHere]

So, Lindsay wants to go to Iraq. Should we take up a collection and send her?

"I've been trying to go to Iraq with Hillary Clinton for so long," Lohan, 20, tells Elle magazine in its September issue, after she was asked if she had any big plans for next year. "Hillary was trying to work it out, but it seemed too dangerous."
Even without Sen. Clinton, Lohan is confident she can handle an Iraq trip on her own. "I'm not afraid of going," she says. "My security guard is going to take me to a gun range when I get back to L.A., and I'm going to start taking shooting lessons."

On her desire to handle a gun, she says, "Yeah, I have a dark side. I watched all those videos on Charles Manson for a while."

"I wanted to do what Marilyn Monroe did (during the Korean War), when she went and just set up a stage and did a concert for the troops all by herself. It's so amazing seeing that one woman just going somewhere, this beautiful sex kitten, who's basically a pinup, which is what I've always aspired to be."

Elsewhere in the Elle interview Lohan says she's never had plastic surgery ("I've never done anything") and isn't using cocaine ("I'm not. There you have it. It's not true").

Wow, such high aspirations. She wants to be a sex kitten and shoot guns - as if she could actually protect herself and her coke stash in Iraq.

[patentparanyc]

Originally posted by NotFromHere
So, Lindsay wants to go to Iraq. Should we take up a collection and send her?

"I've been trying to go to Iraq with Hillary Clinton for so long," Lohan, 20, tells Elle magazine in its September issue, after she was asked if she had any big plans for next year. "Hillary was trying to work it out, but it seemed too dangerous."
Even without Sen. Clinton, Lohan is confident she can handle an Iraq trip on her own. "I'm not afraid of going," she says. "My security guard is going to take me to a gun range when I get back to L.A., and I'm going to start taking shooting lessons."

On her desire to handle a gun, she says, "Yeah, I have a dark side. I watched all those videos on Charles Manson for a while."

"I wanted to do what Marilyn Monroe did (during the Korean War), when she went and just set up a stage and did a concert for the troops all by herself. It's so amazing seeing that one woman just going somewhere, this beautiful sex kitten, who's basically a pinup, which is what I've always aspired to be."

Elsewhere in the Elle interview Lohan says she's never had plastic surgery ("I've never done anything") and isn't using cocaine ("I'm not. There you have it. It's not true").

Wow, such high aspirations. She wants to be a sex kitten and shoot guns - as if she could actually protect herself and her coke stash in Iraq.

She is *so* lame and she is rather average looking for a celebrity.

[Gattigap]

I've come to realize that I've lived in some unusual places over the years. Places that have their own non-indigenous little creatures to count as neighbors.

Years ago in San Francisco, we used to live on a hill that we shared with wild parrots. (Apparently years ago, a resident had a small number of parrots as pets, which eventually escaped their human prison and since have flourished as a wild flock, undoubtedly fed by the hippy-dippy locals.)

In DC, we didn't knowingly share our home with any unexpected critters. Until, of course, cicada season arrived.

In Los Angeles, we live on a small, hilly peninsula. Soon after we moved in, we heard about (and from) our neighbors, the wild peacocks.



It must be something about California that inspires this brand of weirdness.



As the story goes, years ago someone on the hill owned peacocks, which were eventually released. There's an unknown number of these wild peacocks roaming around the hill. Local opinion is split on whether the peacocks should be surreptitiously fed and protected as they are now, or whether they should be hunted and shot by George Allen or rounded up and sent far, far away, to some deservedly godforsaken place.

It takes a bit of getting used to. A peacock's cry sounds vaguely like a child's cry, so when the things are within earshot, you need to check around just to make sure that what you're really hearing is the bird.





Uh, carry on.

Gattigap

[NotFromHere]

Originally posted by Gattigap
I've come to realize that I've lived in some unusual places over the years. Places that have their own non-indigenous little creatures to count as neighbors.

Years ago in San Francisco, we used to live on a hill that we shared with wild parrots. (Apparently years ago, a resident had a small number of parrots as pets, which eventually escaped their human prison and since have flourished as a wild flock, undoubtedly fed by the hippy-dippy locals.)

In DC, we didn't knowingly share our home with any unexpected critters. Until, of course, cicada season arrived.

In Los Angeles, we live on a small, hilly peninsula. Soon after we moved in, we heard about (and from) our neighbors, the wild peacocks.


It must be something about California that inspires this brand of weirdness.


As the story goes, years ago someone on the hill owned peacocks, which were eventually released. There's an unknown number of these wild peacocks roaming around the hill. Local opinion is split on whether the peacocks should be surreptitiously fed and protected as they are now, or whether they should be hunted and shot by George Allen or rounded up and sent far, far away, to some deservedly godforsaken place.

It takes a bit of getting used to. A peacock's cry sounds vaguely like a child's cry, so when the things are within earshot, you need to check around just to make sure that what you're really hearing is the bird.



Uh, carry on.

Gattigap

We have wild squirrels. And some Wild Turkeys in the neighborhood.

Feed the birds. Birds are your friends. Just make sure that no rats or mice are getting to the feed. They're sneaky bastards.

My sister-in-law has wild peacocks that visit her house occaisionally in Quilcene (the oyster capitol of the rainforest). But be careful. They can be mean. They pack a mean peck.

St. Michelle winery lets them roam the grounds, so they can be mostly safe, just be careful.

[patentparanyc]

Originally posted by NotFromHere
We have wild squirrels. And some Wild Turkeys in the neighborhood.

Feed the birds. Birds are your friends. Just make sure that no rats or mice are getting to the feed. They're sneaky bastards.

My sister-in-law has wild peacocks that visit her house occaisionally in Quilcene (the oyster capitol of the rainforest). But be careful. They can be mean. They pack a mean peck.

St. Michelle winery lets them roam the grounds, so they can be mostly safe, just be careful.

we have sheep, and quails? or pheasants not sure wth they are...and a lone goat. and lots of silly deer.

[ThurgreedMarshall]

Originally posted by taxwonk
It may be that I've mostly been lucky enough to acutally be a client in those circumstances, but the two times it's happened to me, I've ended the meeting with the statement "Have someone who can change the form call me when you're ready to get serious." Both times it was on a conference call and I've been called back within fifteen minutes.

We have a pain-in-the-ass client (institutional pain, not individual pain, although sometimes it's both*) who simply will not budge from its form, especially for stuff like indemnity. When people give me this line, I refer them about 18 steps up the ladder of our client and tell them to have their business person give that person a call since he's the one who okays changes to that provision.

When it's a conference call with the business people, the lawyer bringing it up gets told to move on. When it's not, they call back after speaking to their client (sometimes it's 15 minutes) and bitch and moan right before they give on the point.

TM

*There's a lot there to work with. Have at it.

[ltl/fb]

Originally posted by NotFromHere
We have wild squirrels. And some Wild Turkeys in the neighborhood.

Feed the birds. Birds are your friends. Just make sure that no rats or mice are getting to the feed. They're sneaky bastards.

My sister-in-law has wild peacocks that visit her house occaisionally in Quilcene (the oyster capitol of the rainforest). But be careful. They can be mean. They pack a mean peck.

St. Michelle winery lets them roam the grounds, so they can be mostly safe, just be careful.

FWIW, I believe there are flocks of parrots in Chicago. It's a little alarming seeing one hanging out in a tree in January. January is fucking COLD, and they seem like they'd need to be warm, but I guess not.

So, at my new building, I can get BLTs right in the building. IN THE BUILDING.

I am so happy.

[Penske_Account]

Originally posted by spookyfish
Some people can pull off the red footwear look quite well.

I resemble that remark.

[robustpuppy]

Originally posted by Penske_Account
I resemble that remark.

Hurry! If you post on the celebrity death pool and lwk boards right now you'll have your name everywhere!

Oops.

[Penske_Account]

Originally posted by NotFromHere
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St. Michelle winery lets them roam the grounds, so they can be mostly safe, just be careful.

I had some Ethos Syrah, 2003, last night. Dark purple, chewy, blueberries, chocolate.........mmmmmmmmmmmm.

[Penske_Account]

Originally posted by robustpuppy
Hurry! If you post on the celebrity death pool and lwk boards right now you'll have your name everywhere!

Oops.

????????

I don't post on the death pool board. I am not in it. My moral standards prevent me from wagering on something so solemn. Sorry to disappoint.

[ltl/fb]

Originally posted by Penske_Account
????????

I don't post on the death pool board. I am not in it. My moral standards prevent me from wagering on something so solemn. Sorry to disappoint.

You could post about your disapproval.

Or about bacon. Crunchy, chewy rashers of death by heart disease.

[Penske_Account]

Originally posted by ltl/fb
You could post about your disapproval.

Or about bacon. Crunchy, chewy rashers of death by heart disease.

I wouldn't presume to inflict my morality on and/or make judgement upon others. I am kinder, gentler, more empathetic and well behaved than that.