LOST party registration opens tonight. Please send registration~ma this way. My stomach is all butterflies.
I expect 3 people to sign up, and 2 of them will be mercy registrations.
I hate my raincloud 'tude.
This must be what going mad feels like.
Simon ,'Jaynestown'
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.
Allyson - Jan 21, 2005 5:09:34 am PST #8981 of 10002
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica
§ ita § - Jan 21, 2005 5:09:44 am PST #8982 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
You've also seen some things that a woman ain't supposed to see....
That was the good bit, though. As was the subtle whoring.
Topic!Cindy - Jan 21, 2005 5:10:03 am PST #8983 of 10002
What is even happening?
Hey lady, you lady, kravving up your life...
juliana - Jan 21, 2005 5:10:35 am PST #8984 of 10002
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
Timelies.
We'll be getting a big winter storm starting tomorrow, apparently. That should quiet all of the skibunnies. Pffft. It's not like we have downhills worth skiing, and yet they still whine. I mock the downhills here. Mockmockmock.
Welcome home, Gus!
Lee - Jan 21, 2005 5:11:41 am PST #8985 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Timelies all.
I missed the enticing me to Vegas part
For all values of "missed" that include having a lengthty AIM discussion on?
Nutty - Jan 21, 2005 5:12:02 am PST #8986 of 10002
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."
Boston area report: cold in Somerville, but not cruel; but in the Back Bay, whoa nellie the windchill. Maybe the rest of the city is at -18 wind chill, but my neighborhood is at -100,000.
In my dream world, their are personal snow removal contractors, who work for $5.00/hour and not only plow your driveway, but shovel your steps and walks, and apply sand and/or salt to them.
These are called neighbor children. Actually, I don't know how much they charge, but when it snows heavily on the weekends or if school is closed, they amble by around 10am, shovels in hand, looking for business.
Considering I am in a long-running argument with my landlord about what his legal responsibilities are in the shoveling department, I am looking forward to hiring them and sending along the bill. (N.b. His responsibility, as landlord, is to shovel or have someone do it. It's snowed 6 times since November and to our knowledge he has not moved a single flake. Because "he's very busy" and lives inconveniently far away.)
msbelle - Jan 21, 2005 5:12:29 am PST #8987 of 10002
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
I was mocking my father for this last night - he JUST called me to warn me about the bad weather coming my way and urging me to get to the stores beforehand. They are only predicting 2-6 inches AND I am half a block from a grocery store.
Frankenbuddha - Jan 21, 2005 5:18:23 am PST #8988 of 10002
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
Oh yeah - welcome home, Gus!
Topic!Cindy - Jan 21, 2005 5:18:35 am PST #8989 of 10002
What is even happening?
These are called neighbor children. Actually, I don't know how much they charge, but when it snows heavily on the weekends or if school is closed, they amble by around 10am, shovels in hand, looking for business.Yeah. Ten miles north, that quaint practice died off in the very early 80s. In fact, I may have to blame my own generation.
Steph L. - Jan 21, 2005 5:23:30 am PST #8990 of 10002
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
Also, 826 Valencia is hiring. If I wanted to go back North and I wanted to come out of the classroom and still work with kids, that would be an ideal job.
I would SO love to work -- or even volunteer -- there.
And after yesterday's ear-wax conversation, I'm suddenly obsessed with the contents of my ear canal. I'm a freak.