My mail mysteriously stopped coming for a week, about a year after I moved into my current apartment. I called the nearest post office, and said, essentially, WTF? The next day my mail showed up. A whole lot of mail, so I'm assuming some of it had been held. Hope something similar happens for you, Susan.
Well, a gathering is brie, mellow song stylings; shindig, dip, less mellow song stylings, perhaps a large amount of malt beverage, and hootenanny, well, it's chock full of hoot, just a little bit of nanny.
Oz ,'Beneath You'
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.
Calli - Apr 28, 2005 11:26:21 am PDT #9838 of 10001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
§ ita § - Apr 28, 2005 11:29:24 am PDT #9839 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
First time I started missing EW, turned out my subscription had expired, but they couldn't tell me about it, because I'd asked them not to spam me. Pfft.
It seems that Jolie and/or Pitt authorised the sale of snapshots of them on vacation. It makes me laugh that publications adore these pics, yet they're completely unsalacious. Some proof of a torrid homewrecking affair these are. Wouldn't eye contact be expected, at least?
Allyson - Apr 28, 2005 11:29:35 am PDT #9840 of 10001
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica
So no Florence King then I suppose.
Aren't I the poor man's Florence King? I'm conservative?
msbelle - Apr 28, 2005 11:39:17 am PDT #9841 of 10001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
we did not get mail delivery AT WORK for two days now.
Susan W. - Apr 28, 2005 11:54:14 am PDT #9842 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
Grr. Talked to a nice guy at our post office who checked wherever they hide the nondelivered mail. He couldn't find anything, but took my number so he could call me back if he gained any useful info from talking to our carrier when he's back from his route. He suggested it might be a problem on the magazines' end and said I should call them.
Yeah, because two completely unrelated magazines are likely to screw up my address, which they've gotten right from the day I subscribed to them, IN THE VERY SAME WEEK.
I figured there was no point calling EW, but I called RWA. They were very understanding and will be happy to send me a replacement copy--only I have to wait until 5/15 just as a matter of policy, so they're not constantly sending out new copies to people whose originals were slightly delayed.
Daisy Jane - Apr 28, 2005 11:54:21 am PDT #9843 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Aren't I the poor man's Florence King? I'm conservative?
I don't know. I know she is, though not in the craxy wing-nut way. More in a snarky literate WFB Jr. way.
Fay - Apr 28, 2005 11:58:33 am PDT #9844 of 10001
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
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Hi there - sorry to cut in like this, but could anyone point me to where I might find out what's the word on the possibility of Angel 6? Because a friend told me last night that there was actually rumoured to be some possibility of it, which was news to me. Wishful thinking? Or actual possibility?
§ ita § - Apr 28, 2005 11:59:16 am PDT #9845 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I think there's no chance of it happening, Fay.
Maria - Apr 28, 2005 11:59:48 am PDT #9846 of 10001
Not so nice is that I'm about to ruin a Friday morning for a bunch of people because of a series of unfortunate events and an upset foreign government. - shrift
I figured there was no point calling EW...
Call them. They'll send you another. I've had to do this with Newsweek a few times. You can report missing or damaged issues here: [link]
DXMachina - Apr 28, 2005 12:00:01 pm PDT #9847 of 10001
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.
Wishful thinking, I'm afraid.
(edit: to Fay)