(Of course, keep in mind that the summer my a/c died, I survived with a bag of frozen peas on my head and multiple cold baths.)
But give me heat over cold anyways!
That's the thrill of living in the Hellmouth! There's a veritable cornucopia of fiends and devils and ghouls to engage ... Pardon me for finding the glass half-full.
Giles ,'Same Time, Same Place'
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.
sarameg - Jan 21, 2005 6:56:42 pm PST #9380 of 10002
sarameg - Jan 21, 2005 7:00:35 pm PST #9381 of 10002
This didn't come as a surprise to you, I hope.
Oh, please don't take that as a slam. You're just misguided weatherwise, hon. There are fab outfits for the southwestern gothy-fashion genius, I hope. More hoops? Fans?
Alibelle - Jan 21, 2005 7:01:16 pm PST #9382 of 10002
Apart from sports, "my secret favorite thing on earth is ketchup. I will put ketchup on anything. But it has to be Heinz." - my husband, Michael Vartan
Then you'll never understand me. Unless it's one of those songs where I'll go, "OH, THAT one."
*tip toes over to go sit next to Jesse.*
I suspect we're being nutty. They also refrigerate cheese and butter less.
Probably. We've probably also added a whole bunch of things to our eggs that make them unable to cope without refrigeration. I wouldn't be surprised. But butter is all wrong when you forget, and leave it out on the counter.
I love winter.
*shuddering*
I like summer. Summer, summer, summer. No spring, no fall, no winter except in pictures.
Early sunlight, longer days, sun from above, heat, tank tops and open toes.
* tip toes over to go sit with ita, instead.*
§ ita § - Jan 21, 2005 7:01:50 pm PST #9383 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I got nothing to say on the weather sara hasn't said well.
Christ. I forgot dinner. Gotta do something quick with a pork chop.
§ ita § - Jan 21, 2005 7:02:47 pm PST #9384 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
But butter is all wrong when you forget, and leave it out on the counter.
No! Stop sitting with me! My butter is on the counter RIGHT NOW, and it's soft and spreadable and nummy.
Atropa - Jan 21, 2005 7:03:21 pm PST #9385 of 10002
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Oh, please don't take that as a slam.
I didn't, silly girl.
You're just misguided weatherwise, hon. There are fab outfits for the southwestern gothy-fashion genius, I hope. More hoops? Fans?
But but but ... hot! Ew! Humidity! Double-ew!
I've heard that clever clever people have sewn pockets inside their hoop skirts (or regular full skirts), and then put ziplock bags of ice in the pockets to help keep cool. I haven't tried it myself, yet.
Alibelle - Jan 21, 2005 7:05:11 pm PST #9386 of 10002
Apart from sports, "my secret favorite thing on earth is ketchup. I will put ketchup on anything. But it has to be Heinz." - my husband, Michael Vartan
No! Stop sitting with me! My butter is on the counter RIGHT NOW, and it's soft and spreadable and nummy.
Eww. Your butter is wrong. I buy stuff that the scientists made that stays congealed, but is still all soft and spreadable and nummy, and is not a melted mess on my counter. It's called...
I Can't Believe It's Not Butter, Light
And it's awesome.
Also, all this walking has made me tired, and I'm keeping my seat. You may move, however.
sarameg - Jan 21, 2005 7:07:25 pm PST #9387 of 10002
See, that's how they survived before it was a choice!
(I hope. I lived in shorts and tank tops and sundresses and swimsuits. Not at all sure how my predecessors didn't kill people who told them to wear corsets in that climate.)
(and where I grew up, no humidity. 4000 ft in the desert sw. No moisture to speak of.)
§ ita § - Jan 21, 2005 7:08:05 pm PST #9388 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
LIGHT!!!!???!
I can believe it's not butter. It doesn't taste/spread/look like butter, silly.
::pushes Alibelle::
sarameg - Jan 21, 2005 7:09:45 pm PST #9389 of 10002
Oh, I so totally grabbed the last block of real salted butter at Safeway tonight.
It's for grilled cheese sandwiches, damnit.