cold, gray.

[squeequeg]

Today is the kind of day that makes me wish Rufus Sewell would rappell down the side of the building to bring me hot buttered rum.

Even John Hodgman and lukewarm Tang would be fine.

Comments

[squirrelhaven.livejournal.com]

Are there days when you *don't* want Rufus Sewell to rappell down the side of your building to bring you a drink?

[stealthmuffin.livejournal.com]

Sure. Some days I want a team of Chow Yun-Fat clones to storm the building bring me fresh tea (two cups apiece, one in each hand). Some days I want Hugo Weaving to be standing by the elevator with muffins ("Lemon poppyseed, MISter Andersen?"). And some days are just perfect for Edward James Olmos handing me a flask of Old Rotgut as I'm waiting for the T.

I mean, it's not as if I'm stuck in a rut.

[squirrelhaven.livejournal.com]

So let me get this straight; if it were a Hugo Weaving muffin day, and Rufus Sewell just happened to rappell down the side of your building with some hot buttered rum, you'd turn him away from your window?

How very heartless of you. (Am now picturing a dejected Rufus Sewell, dangling sadly just below your window, drinking the rum himself and feeling most unappreciated.)

[stealthmuffin.livejournal.com]

Hm. Now that you put it that way, I really have no choice but to let him in. Poor Rufus. Muffins probably go well with hot buttered rum, too.

[stealthmuffin.livejournal.com]

Woom woom woom indeed. Though I think I have a slightly different interpretation of that phrase than you.

[sigerson.livejournal.com]

How many times today do I have to hear the word woom???

[thomascantor.livejournal.com]

How very heartless of you. (Am now picturing a dejected Rufus Sewell, dangling sadly just below your window, drinking the rum himself and feeling most unappreciated.)

Actually, I have it on authority that she does this to him every Tuesday. She's a hard woman.

[laobscuridad.livejournal.com]

Lemon poppyseed, MISter Andersen?"

I just thought you should know that you made me laugh so hard that I nearly nearly inhaled my tortellini.

[stealthmuffin.livejournal.com]

My work here is done.