lobotomizer wrote:sixstringers post
Amen
Lululemon founder: “some women’s bodies just actually don’t work” in the pants, reiterating that “they don’t work for some women’s bodies.”
I could have told him that.
lobotomizer wrote:sixstringers post
Amen
The trailer has me pumped. Booked tickets for tonight. Looking forward to seeing Redford dominate the screen like in Jeremiah Johnson.jkw3000 wrote:Very good reviews for that one.RottenAtom wrote:Unexpected Robert Redford movies. (All Is Lost)
Thanks for the heads up Rubberneck
Same thing happens to me, but usually involves a plastic baggie and ganja. Always puts a fudge-eating grin on my face.dsanacore wrote:Here's a story I'm sure everyone here can appreciate...
I travel a lot. I get antsy if I stay in one place for too long and I'm constantly moving. I've lived on 3 continents, traveled across 5 and I've lived in over 10 different towns/cities in the US alone. This combined with the fact that I'm not the world's most organized person means my life is in constant disarray. Needless to say keeping up with my art habits under these conditions can prove difficult. Often times when I purchase something I'll have it shipped to a friend or my parents and it may be as much as or more than a year before I even see the piece in person. Imagine how much are you buy in a year. Now imagine getting it all on the same day a year later. It's a bit overwhelming.
Well after I returned from Asia & New Zealand there was one print that I thought I had recalled buying but could never find. Not only could I not find the print but I couldn't even find any email or paypal record of my purchase. I chalked the whole thing up to me being crazy and just figured I had dreamed buying the print. It was always in the back of my mind and nagging at me though but nothing ever turned up.
Fast forward probably about 18 months after my supposed purchase... I'm helping my parents clean up their home and stumble across 2 sheets of wood packed together. It obviously contains art and I'm sure it belongs to my mother as I've never seen it before. I open it up to discover an oddly packed parcel which I nearly throw out because I thought it was empty. After playing with it for a moment I discover that there actually is something inside. It may as well have been a secret compartment it was so tricky to discern.
I open it up and... tada! Looks like I had purchased that print after all and it's finely home.
(Yes, I'm fully aware that I'm an idiot)
I'm British and can't really understand that.haven wrote:Is this something British that I don't understand?Fattyramone wrote:My shower in the Pub has been up the creek for the last 8 days and was fixed today , so its going to a luxury to not have to get dressed as soon as I get up to go over my house to bathe before my day starts.
Surprising how you take the little things in life for granted.
If I'm reading it right, the toilet at the bar went fishing. And he sleeps there.jamesmassey1988 wrote:I'm British and can't really understand that.haven wrote:Is this something British that I don't understand?Fattyramone wrote:My shower in the Pub has been up the creek for the last 8 days and was fixed today , so its going to a luxury to not have to get dressed as soon as I get up to go over my house to bathe before my day starts.
Surprising how you take the little things in life for granted.
Pretty sure this qualifies as a very big thing that made your day.BavarianErin wrote:"No malignancy found."
danieldanger wrote:what you do aint hustlin. see, in MY hustle, i get to sell the whole run and each print only costs me like $6. y'alls is small potatoe street level fudge.