'Serenity'
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.
Alibelle is my hero, at least in terms of stacking cats.
I am a cat stacker extraordinaire!!1!!!11! I am a cat whisperer.
Actually, I just really miss my cats.
I have no problems with being a crazy cat lady later on in life, mostly because I really like cats, I like rocking chairs, and I like reading. Other people can mess that up. By, like, talking to you and stuff.
I've never gotten past level 6 , but that is ok. the tension gets way too great at the end. and it sounds like I have 12 kitties. and it seems to bother my cat.
I have returned through from my friend's birthday bash and now smell like cigarette smoke. Blergh. I have also heard enough off-key country songs this evening to wonder if I was a mass-murderer in a past life because I'm apparently paying for something. However, there was one lady who only sung once, but she completely nailed Melissa Ethridge's "Come to my Window". I was disappointed she never made a repeat performance, especially in light of the tone deaf hordes that sang a half-dozen songs each.
I think this is the first time in my life I've ever driven the tristate when it wasn't at least decently plowed, if not completely clear. The best plowed road on the entire 45 mile trip was sadly enough in my small hometown which I was on for all of 5 minutes. The snowy roads weren't too bad to deal with on their own (though I had some potholes and unplowed patches give me a bit of trouble) it was the people driving like there wasn't a ton of snow on the road (with occaisional patches of people who were driving like the roads were covered in WD-40 coated ice) that made the trip exciting. Thankfully I was able to spot most of them ahead of time "This guy looks like he's going to do something stupid. Yup, there he goes." and was able to react in time to the rest. The tailgaters annoyed me though, because there was nothing pro-active I could really do to avoid their stupidity beyond signaling and braking way sooner than I would for someone with a brain in their head.
On the season front, I like living somewhere that has all four seasons. However, I'm in the "Autumn is the best" group. 55 degrees, a stiff breeze and the trees awash in color, you just can't beat it in my book.
Europeans don't heat their houses nearly as much, either. They think American houses are insanely overheated.
They should come visit me. And bring food.
Mmm, cold shower. That lasted all of ten seconds. Brr. But I got a little wet.
TheOh dear, if only that could be COMMed. I posted under the name F.o.V's. Too much.loonsnice folks over at AndyKaufmanLives.com, subject of several of my stories, are having some fun with me. Strangely, I approve.
Another thing I don't understand: People who love the winter.
I sort of do. I get tired of the responsibilities as a home owner (not to mention the oil bills), but I would miss having the weather typical of all four seasons. I wish we had a little more actual Spring, but when we do get quintessential Spring weather, it can't be beat, except by our Autumns, which are worth living through most of the ordinary winter weather we get.
And I don't understand people who love the summer. Well, not Seattle summers, which are heaven on earth. But the hot, muggy kind.I hate the hot muggies. I'm not even fond of the hot, but not so muggies, nor am I fond of the not-too-hot-but-still muggies (e.g. it can be in 60s, and if it's really humid, I feel hot and uncomfortable).
I understand intellectually that other people love hot weather, and that I'm even in the minority to hate it, but it's such an energy drain on me that it's hard for me to imagine that anyone could actually feel more energetic because of it. As soon as it hits 85, 80 if there's humidity, the air just feels thick, heavy, and wrong, like I have to push against it to get anything done.
In the minority perhaps, but not alone. If the mercury rises too far above 80 degrees, I'm likely to be uncomfortable, even if it is fairly dry. The only place that didn't hold true was Aruba, and that's because the trade winds were soft but constant enough to keep me comfortable (at least out of direct sunlight).
On the season front, I like living somewhere that has all four seasons. However, I'm in the "Autumn is the best" group. 55 degrees, a stiff breeze and the trees awash in color, you just can't beat it in my book.Another right thinker! Tell me Kalshane, how do you feel about butter?
Butter can live on the table very comfortably.
...except in the heat of summer, when it gets too hot and starts melting and getting nasty JUST LIKE PEOPLE DO.This! I always keep my butter out on the counter, except for the hottest weeks of the year, because I don't like ripped toast. I resent when I use up the nice, soft room temperature stick, and have to take a new, hard stick of butter out of the fridge.
It's 0 degrees out and I have to clean off my car and drive to the grocery store before the OMGWTF KILLER BLIZZARD kills us all.
And then I get to go to Arisia, which is a lot more fun. I'll probably have to walk through the snow back to my house late tonight but what the hell.
In other news, Timelies!
Isn't catsup ketchup? Or is Alibelle loyal only to Heinz?
Catsup is ketchup, but Heinz is the best.
This kosher restaurant we went to in Swiss Cottage had a lovely spicy ketchup. Probably not Ali's bag, but seriously delicious. The most I ask from other ketchups is to not taste like crap, which Heinz accomplishes. But the ones that don't taste like crap also don't taste like much.