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.
I don't give half a hump if you're innocent or not. So where does that put you?
Book ,'Objects In Space'
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.
DavidS - Jan 25, 2005 12:54:05 pm PST #550 of 10002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Betsy HP - Jan 25, 2005 12:54:33 pm PST #551 of 10002
If I only had a brain...
You want robust? Go get ita.
Nutty - Jan 25, 2005 12:56:59 pm PST #552 of 10002
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."
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.
Hil R. - Jan 25, 2005 12:58:03 pm PST #553 of 10002
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
I'm still working on how difficult it's got to be to set a shopping cart on fire.
It was a shopping cart with some clothes and scrap wood in it.
Sheryl - Jan 25, 2005 12:58:15 pm PST #554 of 10002
Fandom means never having to say "But where would I wear that?"
Timelies all!
Gus! Sorry you had to deal with the squatter in your house.(I'm not a Scotch drinker, but I will mourn the loss of the Really Good Scotch with you.)
Gus - Jan 25, 2005 1:00:10 pm PST #555 of 10002
Bag the crypto. Say what is on your mind.
It would probably take me on the order of minutes if not quarter-hours to actually believe it was happening.
Seriously. That was the feeling. "This is not real. Okay, maybe it could be real. O, crap. This is real."
JZ - Jan 25, 2005 1:00:34 pm PST #556 of 10002
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
I want to admit that I would do as Betsy would, but then I remember my dream last night and I am not so sure. I dreamt that a glossy blond couple in an SUV coasted through a red light and almost ran over my baby brother and me. I took off running after them and punching the SUV and woke Hec up at 5:30 snarling, "Fuck you! You have a RESPONSIBILITY!"
Apparently I'm a lot surlier and more territorial in my sleep. This bodes ill for anyone who tries to move in while I'm napping.
Stephanie - Jan 25, 2005 1:15:08 pm PST #557 of 10002
Trust my rage
I just got an e-mail from my grandfather recapping our phone conversation yesterday (and not a snarky recap, either). It's so weird - what is the point of that? He (grandfather) cc'd DH, but wouldn't you assume DH and I talk about the important stuff anyway?
Ginger - Jan 25, 2005 1:16:14 pm PST #558 of 10002
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
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.
If I didn't die the time I came home from a three-week trip to Australia to discover three decomposing rats and associated fauna in my den and kitchen, you wouldn't die either. I did call the country at 2 a.m. in the vague hope that there was a service for hysterical taxpayers with decomposing rats. There's not.
Matt the Bruins fan - Jan 25, 2005 1:17:59 pm PST #559 of 10002
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand
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.
Nutty is me in this regard. I had a hard time dealing with coming home to unexpected guests that my roommates had invited to stay over. That territorialness, my overabundant collection of hockey sticks, and the large number of spacious third floor windows in my apartment would be an unfortunate combo for intruders I happened across.