Jayne ,'Jaynestown'
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.
Didn't somebody in Buffistas use a step-count pedometer? How did it work for you as a way of upping your daily exercise?
I bought 2 pedometers (not at the same time), and each broke within 1 day of owning it. Or, I should say, *I* broke them. Broke the clip off of the first, and dropped the second one hard enough to make it die.
I had one died too soon to tell. I have another pedometer in my purse that I need to set up... but I don't have the book anymore. What I do know is that a cheap one, might not count all your steps- because they aren't sensitive enough.
I have one and enjoy it when I remember to wear it. It does make me aware of how much I sit and got me up and walking more often through the day.
Mine tends to overcount.
The other one was "why do you girls think fictional characters are hot, and how are you getting off on pictures?"
Okay, THIS is the one I remember being wanky as hell. Because, whatEV.
That was cracktastic indeed.
I've had two pedometers, and neither lasted long enough to be any use.
Let me know when I can Google my house. With little hotlinks that teleport me to my reading glasses.
Howdy, Shrift! How goes the war today?
The work war? t looks at her inbox Er. It ain't great, but it's not dire. Yet.
SHRIFT!! HAPPY DAY-AFTER-SLOUNGEDAY!@!
Thanks! I have, like, 75% of Sloungeday left to peruse because I don't read lj at work, and my Internet connection kept immolating itself last night.
Sloungeday is my new favorite holiday, because you celebrate with the giving of porn.
Appropriate, considering that this is how I celebrate special occasions in fandom, including my birthday.
my Internet connection kept immolating itself last night.
Prolly because of all the Hot! Porn!
I suppose that if I came in here with some story about a homeless guy living in my house while I was away in Switzerland, it would get eye-rolls.
All the weird stuff happens to Gus, people would think. Monkey bites, etc..
Stories about grappling with your lefty-conscience about getting this dude out of your house, without disrespecting his situation, would draw comparisons.
There is guy who tried to go live in his old High School. He got the upgrade to Jail, where he gets to look 16 in a cage full of child-molesters.
My homesteader was less photogenic, perhaps a little lighter on the hygiene, and a lot older. I called The Man, and filled out forms. Lots and lots of forms.