Natter 36: But We Digress...
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.
Dangerous Liaisons
is now done. That was a better movie than has been made lately.
I put in
Cruel Intentions,
watched a minute or so, and pulled it out in favor of
Barry Lyndon.
I eschew the Twentieth and Twenty first centuries. They have no charm for me, now.
Those benighted centuries have such formulations as sentences that include Vincent D'Onofrio and 'hotness' all in one breath. I do not belong in such a time.
Hivemind:
Annabel is on an antibiotic for badly infected insect bites, poor baby. Since it's in liquid form, it has to be refrigerated. Sunday we're flying from here to B'ham. Though we have a chill bag, in the interests of saving space I bought a thermos at Tar-zhay tonight.
The medicine bottle is just a tiny bit too big. I can screw the thermos lid on, but not quite all the way down.
Will it still hold a chill?
Ask the flight attendant to keep it cold. They can just put it in the ice maker back in the flight kitchen.
Failing that, decant the bottle into the thermos. An unsealed thermos is worthless.
Failing that, decant the bottle into the thermos. An unsealed thermos is worthless.
Well, then the answer is go back to Target tomorrow and try to exchange it for the next size up.
Ask the flight attendant to keep it cold. They can just put it in the ice maker back in the flight kitchen.
I thought of that, but it'd be so easy to forget it when we change planes. Also, there's all the time before we board in Seattle, our layover in Atlanta, and the longish drive from the airport to my family's house.
Maybe I'll just take the chill bag. It's not heavy, and it'll hang over my shoulder. You're still allowed a "personal item" along with your official carryon, right?
Here is thing that disturbs me about the pictures of JZ: Both of them have digital timestamps from "'94".
This makes me think that David's cam is eleven years old and David has either lost the manual, or that he thinks that dates are for wimps.
JZ's hairs, though, are pretty.
eta: Susan W, if the Homeland nazis will not let you carry cool medicine for your baby, refer them to me. I shall thump them, most soundly.
I do think "that's the ice bag to preserve my baby's antibiotics" will probably cut through any regulations against extra carryons that a flight attendant might be inclined to enforce. Even the most power-trippy David Spade types would have to realize how that lawsuit would play out in the press...
Gawd. I just totally pictured a Homeland guard thinking "Oh, sure. A baby. Think that fools me?"
tiggy, insent to profile address.
Maybe I'll just take the chill bag. It's not heavy, and it'll hang over my shoulder. You're still allowed a "personal item" along with your official carryon, right?
I have no idea, but if you're going to exchange the thermos anyhow, you can sometimes find very small chill bags--like lunch bag size--that you could probably stick in your carry on, or in D's.
Anything with fresh blueberries.
One of my dreams last night involved blueberries. Another involved Allyson, herding cats (or people) at my church. One of the people she was herding was Scott. She had the order of worship (program for a service) in her hand, and was telling Scott his cue, which was the end of a song I don't like, and then he was supposed to get up and talk, and she wanted me to go with him. I protested, as I don't know that my anxiety could handle getting up in front of a group of people. Allyson was unimpressed. Scott got angry. It was weird, and hot. And then we were in a completely different place, at a different time of day, driving by a park, and a cemetery, that aren't near each other, except in dreamland.
Sarameg, did you find a place to eat in Gettysburg?
Subway. I was at the point of hunger where food had to be easy, no waiting for a table, and no hunting for parallel parking spots. I normally try to find unusual places to eat, but....
I fuckin' love Dangerous Liaisons. I didn't really get it at first, because when I first saw it I had yet to be in love, but I knew something damn fine was afoot. Also, Malkovich.
As much as I love Dangerous Liaisons, I prefer Valmont (the version with Colin Firth). Because, hey, Colin Firth.