You have the emotional maturity of a blueberry scone.

Giles ,'Touched'


Natter 31 But Looks 29  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


Kalshane - Dec 23, 2004 6:55:36 am PST #226 of 10002
GS: If you had to choose between kicking evil in the head or the behind, which would you choose, and why? Minsc: I'm not sure I understand the question. I have two feet, do I not? You do not take a small plate when the feast of evil welcomes seconds.

See, Chicago is weird to me, as most of the time when it snows the snow melts in a week.

It's random. But yeah. All winter-long snow isn't common. Still, it's what I associate with winter for whatever reason.

ION, I am starving and the cafeteria doesn't start serving for another 35 minutes. The fact that there is a box of really good chocolates next to my desk makes this extremely problematic.


§ ita § - Dec 23, 2004 6:58:38 am PST #227 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Yeah, but your mom is also smarter (than I) and better at rat-killing.

She trumps most people in both categories, and few people trump her at both.

Damn, Robin. I've not had that, so have no suggestions outside ginger tea.

Ironing flat sheets?

They're really crinkly. My mother never made me sleep on crinkly sheets. I'm not sure which magic powers made this happen.


Frankenbuddha - Dec 23, 2004 6:58:42 am PST #228 of 10002
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"

Anybody else have this recently? How long does it last?

Stomach flu tends to have a 12-48 hour life-span. They usually burn themselves out quickly (while being extremely unpleasant in the process). If it's lasting longer than that, I'd get it checked out. It wouldn't be food poisoning either, because that tends to have about the same lifespan.


Lee - Dec 23, 2004 7:00:19 am PST #229 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Timelies all!

Feel better, WBB.

The third thing out of my BILs mouth (said to my niece) made me want to cluestick him, or import ita to do it properly. I think I may go take a nap.


Kat - Dec 23, 2004 7:01:57 am PST #230 of 10002
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo

They're really crinkly. My mother never made me sleep on crinkly sheets. I'm not sure which magic powers made this happen.

Crinkly fresh out of the dryer (god, how do you spell that word?)?

If you wash them, dry them and remove them from the machine that dries immediately, then they shouldn't be overly wrinkly.


Nora Deirdre - Dec 23, 2004 7:03:06 am PST #231 of 10002
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

I have the day off, whee!

I have to take a GRE practice test though, booo.


§ ita § - Dec 23, 2004 7:06:30 am PST #232 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

If you wash them, dry them and remove them from the machine that dries immediately, then they shouldn't be overly wrinkly.

The machine what dries. I want to call it that now.

Yeah, I totally failed to do that this time. And to compound it, they were totally twisted up with my jeans, to the extent of leaving red marks on them.

I fail.


Frankenbuddha - Dec 23, 2004 7:08:13 am PST #233 of 10002
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"

The machine what dries. I want to call it that now.

The midnight dryer what dries at midnight?


tommyrot - Dec 23, 2004 7:13:00 am PST #234 of 10002
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

My boss had the idea of parking the company car inside the building over the holidays. Turns out the car is about half a foot too long. But now the inside of the building smells of car exaust. I mention this more for the bizzare factor than anything.


§ ita § - Dec 23, 2004 7:15:30 am PST #235 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I didn't know that a sousaphone (sp?) was a marching tuba. I thought it was just what the dork on Fame played. Turns out it's not just the dork, but the dork and a co-worker.