not my fault - it's the space poodles. they have stolen my brain. I needed it but goddamn them, they decided it'd had enough. So they stole the brain.
your mission, should you choose to accept it (but I'd like it if you did, because, well, I miss my brain, sorta) - track down the space poodles. liberate the Lizbrain. And then, we can feast!
this is a dire warning to my family that they'd BETTER start sending me their christmas lists, because otherwise I'm going to start buying things RIGHT NOW. And the space poodles' evil plan will have worked perfectly.
Eric, you like eyebrow waxes, right? Eyebrow waxes for all! The Miller eyebrows are most robust, indeed!
Maren, the reason my song thingy is better is because brevity is the... the thing of something. You know. You know this. But yours is very good as well - if possibly a knowing parody. *g*
Let me ask you guys a question. I wrote a scene last night, and in that scene, a mother gets pissed off at her daughter (no, a different mother/daughter pair, mom) and says this:
BRENDA'S MOTHER You know what's so sad about motherhood? The epidural wears off years before the real pain in your ass.
that's funny, right? or at least sensical?
God, I've become Moby. But with more hair. I know this, I just had to blow-dry it all. So much hair. I have no idea how I ended up with so much of it.
hmmm. it's really time for me to get the heck out of dodge. time to find the brain. it's around here somewhere... Perhaps in Culver City. Which is fortunate, because I have to go there anyways.
To the Angelmobile! Even though Nicky's the only one who gets that joke!