I’m astonished that our resident bard didn’t do this one, but since he didn’t, I couldn’t resist.
To āCheek to Cheekā by Irving Berlin
Drinking, Iāve been drinking
Iāve consumed so much that I can barely speak
And I may just be hung over ātil next week
But I have a cocktail glass stuck to my cheeks
Thinking, Iām just thinking
Of the physics of the forces strong and weak
But if you can make a seal without a leak
You can have a cocktail glass stuck your cheeks
Oh, I love all things bionic
And to give a brain a tweak
But sometimes you simply have to have
A glass stuck to your cheeks
It may be a kind of madness
If a helicopter speaks
But the proof that Iām not mad is thereās
A glass stuck to my cheeks
Look at me!
Iāve got no hand on my glass
I learned this in class
It helped me to pass in Physics
Itās all Physics
Though it may be mad, itās knowledge that I seek
And an arcane topic makes my knees go weak
So I have a cocktail glass stuck to my cheeks.
Hmmmm. My shenanigans-senses are tingling. Lets hope that Virginia is either great at working while drunk/hungover or tends to sober up quickly.
Goes to add “shenanigans-senses” to a proposed list of investigations powers for a superhero MMORPG…
Ah… we have empirical data for that. http://skin-horse.com/comic/charity-is-it/
Haha! Hands down, Dr. Lee is now officially my favorite character!! š
Hooray for physics for fizicks is phun!
TOLD Shaenon Dr Lee would become a main character
Not enough Unity violence and destruction lately. Where is the carnage? The wreckage? The sweet, delighted, piebald Unity in the midst thereof?
“Where is the kaboom? There was supposed to be an Earthshattering kaboom!”
Wow, Sweetheart. Way to reassure the Emperor that the device is at least in the Bay area.
Ah… I have to admit, I have been guilty of sticking a cup to my face in public, without the excuse of being drunk.
I’m astonished that our resident bard didn’t do this one, but since he didn’t, I couldn’t resist.
To āCheek to Cheekā by Irving Berlin
Drinking, Iāve been drinking
Iāve consumed so much that I can barely speak
And I may just be hung over ātil next week
But I have a cocktail glass stuck to my cheeks
Thinking, Iām just thinking
Of the physics of the forces strong and weak
But if you can make a seal without a leak
You can have a cocktail glass stuck your cheeks
Oh, I love all things bionic
And to give a brain a tweak
But sometimes you simply have to have
A glass stuck to your cheeks
It may be a kind of madness
If a helicopter speaks
But the proof that Iām not mad is thereās
A glass stuck to my cheeks
Look at me!
Iāve got no hand on my glass
I learned this in class
It helped me to pass in Physics
Itās all Physics
Though it may be mad, itās knowledge that I seek
And an arcane topic makes my knees go weak
So I have a cocktail glass stuck to my cheeks.
Smithnik, I can only a-stare at your brilliance.
So, the fragile peace between zombies and the living depends on the Skin Horse team and their allies.
Where did I leave my copy of the Zombie Survival Guide again?
San Francisco has living nobility?
If there’s one thing Artie should be comfortable (or at least familiar) with by now, it’s crazy female scientists drunk on wine.