@sadtomato: Now don't go getting all reasonable and making sense and stuff. Griping keeps you young, which is why some of the regular commenters actually appear to be zygotes in the right light.

Grumble grumble. But which is it: a radical socialist bent on turning the country upside down, or the same old same old? Hilarious how the criticisms change to suit the day's grumble requirements.

snortsniff wha? Oh, I fell asleep.

This post is having unintended benefits already.

Anyway, you're not doing your job until everyone's alienated. Try harder.

Define "sexy."

@ Gail: Operation "Don't Make Me Reference Sarah Palin" in effect.

As much as this story begs for skepticism, I have known some serious sleepwalkers, especially the black-out drunk variety.

I was once lying in bed when a friend of mine walked into the room, did several super dramatic Segal-style karate moves, pissed on a wall socket, then basically did a somersault onto the bed, where I barely missed being crushed as I rolled, stunt man-like, out of the way. He had absolutely no recollection of this.

Heh Ted.

What a weird thread. Kind of fascinating and horrible at the same time.

thank you ted. that one hurt me so deep.

Bruno, did you just say "automagically"? I think maybe it was a typo, but I am stealing that word.

I don't have any, but it's nice hearing other people's. I have a feeling this year's going to be pretty exciting. So maybe I'm just all about experiencing it as fully as possible. Adventures and journeys.

Have a great year guys.

Or, get over it. If you're not conventionally attractive, lashes aren't going to give you the last crucial nudge into prettyville. But the tiny tiny notion that they might will make this medicine a huge seller. I wore fake lashes once for a photo shoot, and the reaction back in normal life-town was striking. There's something about the eyes, big eyes, Cleopatra eyes. Spaghetti monster help us.

And Barry to the rescue to inject immediately moot evidence of a nonissue.

Can't we all just do meta-posts that describe the kind of role-playing contributions we will be making to fulfill the requirements of our implicit personas?

I'll start: Ostensible voice of reason interjected with subtextual intent to make fun of trolly vitriolic Barry types.

Freixenet. I heartily recommend this label, and not only because it comes toting the weight of a thousand dramatic romantic memories of my illegal and rapidly receding youth. Also because I heard two respected wine critics sing its praises the other day on the radio, and felt vindicated and inspired.

Delicious, serious. You won't be sorry. At least not that night.

A man a bullfighter red smells round buttons my coat this coat this man this father quick lines blood running down a coat, a coat a cape a red cape this man and hills of white elephants a man. Buttons.