Okay, so at the request of Dahlink, and to a lesser extent Irony, I'm posting something. A couple months ago, I bought a tin of mints. They were called Enlightenmints and they were tiny and quite strong. Tonight, before I went out I opened the tin and discovered that the mints had grown some kind of clear, fibrous hair. D'you know that Simpsons episode where Lisa creates Lutherans? Yeah, Irony adopted that philosophy. Eventhough I threw the mints away she fished them out of the garbage and made little flags for them that said "We love you, Dinosaur" and put them on my bed. Irony has some serious issues. She thinks she is the god of the mints. That means I'm gonna get the gift certificate. This is after our father personified our fan. He is called Mr. Fan. He wears a hat and likes brownies.
Also, Band of Brothers is fabulous. It should be called "Easy Company: The Hottest Battalion" or "Hot Dark-Haired Boys With Guns: A Retrospective." It's got lovely boys, explosions and no women. By the end of the series almost all of the uglies are weeded out, leaving only the pretty ones. With guns. And humor. And last night after Band of Brothers, Nip/Tuck was on. Have the five of you seen Nip/Tuck? It has two brothers, Doctor Bland and Doctor Yum. Doctor Yum is evil, but we love him anyway. Because he's yummy and we're shallow and attracted to things that are not good for us. Queer Eye for the Straight Guy was also on. They're the sweetest bunch of gay men ever. One of them is our cat in human form. We always knew we had a little gay boy cat. Now he's on television.