You turn on any of my crew, you turn on me.

Mal ,'Ariel'


Natter 32 Flavors and Then Some  

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.


brenda m - Jan 24, 2005 10:26:24 am PST #136 of 10002
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

Nah, Alibelle, I've given that rant myself.


Kat - Jan 24, 2005 10:29:22 am PST #137 of 10002
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo

Bigger question, allyson, is are the goods chancey (or odd)?


Cashmere - Jan 24, 2005 10:29:42 am PST #138 of 10002
Now tagless for your comfort.

Cash, I like how they are all huddled around the heating vent

They can be found on a vent or in my bed. Usually together. They overcome their differences in the winter.

My mom always shopped at a regional chain grocery store called Marsh Foodliner. Isn't that a great name?


Alibelle - Jan 24, 2005 10:31:03 am PST #139 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

With Ali on that rant.

Thanks, Kat. (And brenda.)

Now I really should go try and figure out how to fix our copy machine. Even though this really, really, should not be my problem. And yet, the machines always end up being my problem, for some reason. Bleh. Although the last equipment failure, to replace my broken keyboard, didn't work as well as I would have liked it to, since all it ended up getting me was a crappy, much older keyboard, whose keys must be pounded, and which feels slightly slimy to the touch. Yet, this keyboard is usable, and my old (newer) one was not. So I guess there's that.


tommyrot - Jan 24, 2005 10:32:07 am PST #140 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 mom always shopped at a regional chain grocery store called Marsh Foodliner. Isn't that a great name?

When I was a kid, my mom shopped at Red Owl.


beathen - Jan 24, 2005 10:34:08 am PST #141 of 10002
Sure I went over to the Dark Side, but just to pick up a few things.

There's a big grocery store in Wisconsin called Woodman's.


tommyrot - Jan 24, 2005 10:35:26 am PST #142 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.

I used to shop at Woodmans in Madison. Or Woodmans East, as maybe there was more than one (I don't remember).


Typo Boy - Jan 24, 2005 10:35:30 am PST #143 of 10002
Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.

Is it too late to weigh in on the Pizza toppings? My favorite under-rated topping is anchovies. (If by underrated you mean "hated and despised by most of my meatspace friends".)


Liese S. - Jan 24, 2005 10:35:55 am PST #144 of 10002
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."

That's weird, Allyson. Do we think of Lost as a girly show? Or is the hobbit factor skewing the data? Boys go to fandom parties, right?

About dog behavior, we're new dog owners, so Seabiscuit has pretty much learned sit and stay and that's it. In fact, if he ever gets the impression that you want something out of him, he immediately sits, because he figures that's what you always want, which has its disadvantages.

He's really good-mannered though, on the whole. He doesn't ever get up on our furniture because he's not allowed, but I did get up one morning at the SO's folks house this Christmas to find him sitting on the loveseat, pretty as you please, absolutely puzzled when I scolded him. We do let him on the bed, though, because we're huge freaking softies, which is a shame, because he's not a small dog.


Betsy HP - Jan 24, 2005 10:36:03 am PST #145 of 10002
If I only had a brain...

Yeah, but what if the boys and the girls are there for the same reason, to lust after Sawyer?