Infrastructure is a fragile thing.
Tell me about it.
Signed, barely fit on the fekkin train this morning and not looking forward to getting home
Mal ,'Ariel'
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.
Infrastructure is a fragile thing.
Tell me about it.
Signed, barely fit on the fekkin train this morning and not looking forward to getting home
Betsy, do you still have the link for those little infant socks with the mary janes? (That was you right? If not, see below.)
P-C: I learnt all my crazy talk from The Man. Science was learnt from the young. Be young. Don't be The Man.
edited: Slaughering Natter since Two-thousand-Aught-Aught!
Yes, because trying to decipher that made my head explode.
Semi-seriously: If the homeless thing has reached the Unknowing Mid-West, has some kind of threshold been passed?
eta: Brenda, blame The Man. It usually gets a few knowing nods.
It was these (not cheap) socks. [link]
Gus, I am so aghast at your unwanted housesitter and your inability to evict him unaided due to Homeowning While Black that I find myself forced to cobble together a new not-a-word in order to adequately convey the expression on my face. I'm sitting here reading the thread, slack-and-flabberjawed.
I think if I came home from a long trip to find a stranger who had taken possession of my house I would just sit down on the spot and DIE.
I have no idea how I'd react. I'd like to think it would involve a large stick, or perhaps one of the knives, but it's hard to say. It would probably take me on the order of minutes if not quarter-hours to actually believe it was happening.
"This is the sort of thing that happens to Gus, not me!"
Famous last words.
I think if I came home from a long trip to find a stranger who had taken possession of my house I would just sit down on the spot and DIE.
This doesn't strike me as a robust response.
You want robust? Go get ita.
I'm still working on how difficult it's got to be to set a shopping cart on fire.
I am thinking, blowtorch.
I think if I came home from a long trip to find a stranger who had taken possession of my house I would just sit down on the spot and DIE.
I would snap, and not in that lovely spring peas way but in that first ten minutes of a horror movie way. I have a thing about my personal space/property, and the voluntariness of my sharing it.