I will remember all this at the end of next winter, when I am sick to death of snow.
Oh, I'm gonna go to the special hell.
Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Natter 34: Freak With No Name
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.
Topic!Cindy - Apr 27, 2005 11:53:31 am PDT #9404 of 10001
What is even happening?
JZ - Apr 27, 2005 11:53:35 am PDT #9405 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Oh, don't get me started on killing ladybugs. You kill a ladybug, you might just as well march right out and lie down in traffic.
I wish I could magically transfuse some of my not-fear into Jilli and Jessica and connie. Spiders ick me somewhat, but when I remind myself that they don't suck my blood, they don't fly, they especially don't delight in flying straight from wallowing in a pile of steamy dog shit to my picnic table or kitchen counter, and they in fact eat the bloodsuckers and shit-wallowers, I feel a sort of unwilling gratitude for their existence.
-t - Apr 27, 2005 11:53:36 am PDT #9406 of 10001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Wait, -t. Some roaches fly? In America?
Yes. It's a horrible horrible perversion of nature that should be stopped. They call them "water bugs", but they're roaches all right.
Some hair just fell on my face and I just about jumped out of my skin flinching. Thank god it's almost time to go home.
(Oh no, AmyLiz, aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)
Connie Neil - Apr 27, 2005 11:54:05 am PDT #9407 of 10001
brillig
Some roaches fly? In America?
They do in Pennsylvania, too.
Atropa - Apr 27, 2005 11:54:45 am PDT #9408 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Reads AmyLiz's post
screams
Look at that! Time for me to go to a meeting.
§ ita § - Apr 27, 2005 11:55:24 am PDT #9409 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
This one time, a roach flew down the back of my nightdress.
It's not rappelling spiders, nor spiders in tea. But the fluttering of its wings down my back (long nightdress) will stay with me forever, I fear.
Kathy A - Apr 27, 2005 11:55:44 am PDT #9410 of 10001
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil
Spiders aren't too bad--they entertain my cat when they crawl on the living room wall. But, if they come down to within arms' length, they're smooshed.
Topic!Cindy - Apr 27, 2005 11:55:53 am PDT #9411 of 10001
What is even happening?
This morning, I carried my half full mug of cold tea into the kitchen, taking a sip somewhere along the way. (I know, I'm gross.)You have a baby. You don't get to have your hot drinks actually hot. It's only gross if it was last night's tea.
I set it down, turned back to pick it up and empty it out and THERE WAS A SPIDER INSIDE IT. A big-ass one, too. Full grown, not a baby. All gray and with many legs.... faints momentarily
How long it was there, I don't know, but unless it kamikazied into my mug in the split second between setting it down and turning back to it, it was there when I sipped at it in blind gronkiness. The idea of my lips nearly brushing spider legs/torso/head this morning has stayed with me all day.
never stops screaming...in my head
Eek. Let's pretend it kamikazied in that split second.
bon bon - Apr 27, 2005 11:56:01 am PDT #9412 of 10001
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
Oh my god AmyLiz.
Why are you squishing moths???
Because they fly and they have bodies. Ergo they do not belong in my apartment. I love when they fly right into my lamp, though. Solves that problem quite satisfyingly.
juliana - Apr 27, 2005 11:56:28 am PDT #9413 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
I wish I could magically transfuse some of my not-fear into Jilli and Jessica and connie. Spiders ick me somewhat,
Me, too. Actually, they only ick me when I think about them ON me. I don't like anything that feels that skittery, so I don't even like rats and mice (pets, people, pets!) walking on me. It's that light, skittery pressure that'll get me.