but I simply can't imagine an outside that is colder than the inside of my freezer. My imagination is, indeed, limited.
Well, it's prettier outside than in the inside of a freezer.
I just think it's rather odd that a nation that prides itself on its virility should feel compelled to strap on forty pounds of protective gear just in order to play rugby.
Giles ,'Beneath You'
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.
tommyrot - Jan 18, 2005 7:18:37 am PST #7471 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.
Frankenbuddha - Jan 18, 2005 7:19:49 am PST #7472 of 10002
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
Well, it's prettier outside than in the inside of a freezer.
Not to mention brighter.
§ ita § - Jan 18, 2005 7:19:59 am PST #7473 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
it's prettier outside than in the inside of a freezer.
You haven't been inside my freezer. It has vodka and coffee (hush, Jessica) and Mr. Happy.
Steph L. - Jan 18, 2005 7:21:04 am PST #7474 of 10002
I look more rad than Lutheranism
ita, you need more than one Mr. Happy, I think. Like, a whole regiment of Mr. Happies.
msbelle - Jan 18, 2005 7:21:17 am PST #7475 of 10002
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
no way would I walk more than 5-6 blocks in the 20 degree weather we have.
It is all sunny now, faking one into believing that there might be warmth outside, but No! sunny only means colder.
I have come to the end of the first 5 pages of database updates. woo to the hoo.
Now, I file.
The line to be jealous starts to my left.
Nutty - Jan 18, 2005 7:21:29 am PST #7476 of 10002
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."
The drawback of the cold is that I have a very narrow temperature-comfort zone. I really hate being too cold; but when I get too hot, I get dizzy and weak-kneed. So I dress for the cold on my walk to the T, and then have to strip off layers once I arrive. Sometimes, it's a lot of layers.
And sometimes, even that is not enough. When it's wicked cold, the T slows down a lot, so each car is much more crowded, and all of those people and all of their woolly clothes makes me too hot anyway. It's very hard to explain that you were late to work because you had to get off at a random stop and sit down in the cold by yourself so as to remain conscious.
But I think I would rather be late to work 100 times than pass out on public transit. I think I would rather be required to tap-dance on a table in a crowded restaurant than pass out on public transit.
msbelle - Jan 18, 2005 7:23:00 am PST #7477 of 10002
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
Mr. Happy
??
do not want to know.
§ ita § - Jan 18, 2005 7:23:38 am PST #7478 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
you need more than one Mr. Happy, I think. Like, a whole regiment of Mr. Happies.
He's not alone. He has Miss Helpful at his side. Wouldn't want him lonely!
I used to walk to and from work (20 or so minutes if good weather) in Montreal. One can get used to it. Not enjoy it, I don't think.
Nilly - Jan 18, 2005 7:23:57 am PST #7479 of 10002
Swouncing
Mr. Happy
I could Google, but I prefer asking the hivemind.
[Edit: sort of upside-down x-post with msbelle and ita's link explains it]
tommyrot - Jan 18, 2005 7:24:07 am PST #7480 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.
Judging by the large numbers of people I've seen passed out on public transit, it doesn't look too bad....
Except for the times they wet themselves....