kaffeine

I passed him in the street a few weeks ago. Imagine spending twenty-seven years in the same city without having passed by one of it’s most important (part-time) residents!

I wonder if this counts as having met him…

No one on the planet listens better than Kaffeine. She also gives better advice than anyone else. And most importantly: Best hugs ever. Ever!

Because Groundctrl says he’s cool. :P

I want to visit Canada and I need somewhere/someone cool to stay at/with. (Btw you would definitely make it as an alt model).

I’m hot. And he obviously needs to teach hot girls how to be funny. Hook it up!

There is a link on this page which says “Help us find the Real Dr. Who.”
This amuses me for a few reasons:

It’s just Doctor, not Dr., and not Doctor Who, because his name is simply The Doctor. Yes, I know I am a mega-geek for knowing that; let’s move on:

The image displayed is of Tom Baker as the Doctor, arguably the best and certainly the most beloved of all ten actors to play the part. That said, what makes him the “real” Doctor?

Finally, the Doctor is a fiction, so is he really a valid entry on 43 People (like any other character from literature, film or television)?

... it would still be freakin’ cool to travel with him, though.

To give him a hug. That’s all. He doesn’t even have to talk to me.

Aww, wasn’t that precious?

Three Limericks About Laura

There once was a girl named Laura,
For whom New York became such a bore-a;
To Mount Royal she fled,
With her prowess in bed,
Now all the french boys ask for “more-a!”

Laura was a girl with a whim,
To write stories about cock and quim;
Armed with a pen,
She’d write poems ‘bout men;
With an iBook, she’d expand on her theme.

Laura, a sexy little girl
Hoped to soon take over the world;
Soon bowed down every man,
To the powers of her hand,
As the great Laura-Plan was unfurled.

linguist cicatrix
plays sick tricks with the lingual matrix,
dances fire on slick limbs,
clicks with chicks who write strange hymns
to praise her crafty grin.