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Comment on paying down my sleep deficit by Elsa

Elsa — Fri, 04 May 2012 19:54:41 +0000

Noisy, because rival daycare owner Zooey Deschanel had just dropped off a passel of howling toddlers in the yard of my (Lily Tomlin’s) daycare center while I (Lily Tomlin) hollered at her out of a gable window to gather them up and haul ass. It’s amazing I slept through it. Lily Tomlin (I) yells LOUD.

Comment on paying down my sleep deficit by Jhawn Paul's Pink Sheep News

Jhawn Paul's Pink Sheep News — Fri, 04 May 2012 14:05:46 +0000

What was it like, “being Lily Tomlin”?

Comment on unsatisfactory by Elsa

Elsa — Sun, 12 Feb 2012 01:26:46 +0000

I was pitching “Unsatisfactory Turtle,” which has the disadvantage of being hard to say if you’re stoned. Sorry, hipsters; you’ll trip all over the name when you’re chatting up that be-scarfed cutie.

Comment on unsatisfactory by Jane George (@jagosaurus)

Jane George (@jagosaurus) — Sun, 12 Feb 2012 01:24:15 +0000

Faster Turtles = band name.

Comment on unsatisfactory by Jhawn Paul

Jhawn Paul — Sat, 11 Feb 2012 21:48:54 +0000

“Turtle porn” – Now that’s a fetish I have never heard of.

Comment on resolving by Jhawn Paul

Jhawn Paul — Fri, 06 Jan 2012 15:04:24 +0000

I would like to add: more dancing!!!!

Comment on resolving by Nimble

Nimble — Fri, 30 Dec 2011 17:49:47 +0000

I applaud your attitude. Let us all maximize our pleasure in the new year! More singing is the only pseudo resolution I have come up with yet.

Comment on exchanging glances by Elsa

Elsa — Mon, 21 Nov 2011 15:02:48 +0000

Lindy, I do know that feeling: how audacious of a great big star to look just like a person!

Comment on exchanging glances by Lindy

Lindy — Sat, 19 Nov 2011 22:58:54 +0000

Ha! You have definitely taken this a step further than I did.

Walking through the Pittsburgh airport, on my way to my gate, I saw someone I knew, though I couldn’t place him. As we passed each other, I smiled in an acquaintance acknowledging sort of smile. When he did not smile back, I was briefly and mildly offended, until I realized that he did not know me, because he was Eric Clapton, and I was me.

He had fooled me by being all by himself, and carrying his own guitar- looking very much an ordinary (and familiar) guy. I didn’t have an opportunity to train him, however.

Comment on emotional math by Phoebe

Phoebe — Sun, 06 Nov 2011 21:46:02 +0000

Ha, no google alerts. Just google reader synchronicity.

Hooray for you & your hubby’s schmoopiness.