Death is your art. You make it with your hands day after day. That final gasp, that look of peace. And part of you is desperate to know: What's it like? Where does it lead you? And now you see, that's the secret. Not the punch you didn't throw or the kicks you didn't land. She really wanted it. Every Slayer has a death wish. Even you.

Spike ,'Conversations with Dead People'


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.


-t - Jun 29, 2005 10:56:48 am PDT #5544 of 10001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration

Silence gives me the illusion of privacy. I would prefer to never have to use a bathroom that wasn't mine, really.

My elementary school had a big, round, communal concrete sink in the boy's room. There was a bar around the base you stepped on, and metal mushroom shaped thing in the middle that spritzed water like a lawn sprinkler.

They have these at Cal Expo. I think. Maybe Shorline. Somewhere where I used to go to a lot of concerts, anyway.


DXMachina - Jun 29, 2005 10:57:07 am PDT #5545 of 10001
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.

so mostly what I mean is I mind it when my mother comes into the bathroom to talk to me while I'm peeing at her house.

Is there no lock on the door?


Kathy A - Jun 29, 2005 10:57:54 am PDT #5546 of 10001
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil

I always love freaking out new male co-workers by telling them about the couch in the ladies room. They don't have one theirs. Between that, and the fancy lounges in department store ladies rooms, I think that women have it pretty good, bathroom-wise.


shrift - Jun 29, 2005 10:58:04 am PDT #5547 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty

Even worse was when I was the first in my 5th-grade class to get her period, and had to deal with pads, etc., in full view of anyone else in that bathroom.

Oh, Kathy. I hear you. My 5th-grade classroom didn't have a bathroom. I had to stand in front of the entire class and request a pass to go to the main building. Imagine how that went over with a bunch of cruel ten-year-olds.

(The memories of having my teacher notice that I bled through my light-colored pants, the female classmate who liked to drive-by pinch my boobs, being mistaken for a teacher in 4th-grade, though, those are everlasting. Yay.)

I wasn't ever mistaken for a teacher, for I am short, but... dear god, Kathy, you're freaking me out here with the I-am-you and you-is-me stuff.


§ ita § - Jun 29, 2005 10:59:18 am PDT #5548 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I would prefer to never have to use a bathroom that wasn't mine, really.

There you go. I have family members that go to insane (and accident-risking) extremes to avoid using public bathrooms. I'm not that bad, but yeah, the pretense of not being around people I wouldn't let use my bathroom is very important to me.

In other news, part of my shiner is lighter than my current facial skin tone. It's very distracting when I catch a glimpse of my reflection (say, in the washroom), but now I understand the "that golden nugget under your eye" comment that was tossed at me yesterday.


Topic!Cindy - Jun 29, 2005 10:59:34 am PDT #5549 of 10001
What is even happening?

My elementary school had a big, round, communal concrete sink in the boy's room. There was a bar around the base you stepped on, and metal mushroom shaped thing in the middle that spritzed water like a lawn sprinkler.

Anybody know what I'm talking about? In retrospect, it was verra strange.

Is that all that is, a sink? I'd never seen one, until last year, when Julia had her dance recital. I took her to the ladies room to change between numbers. The recital was held at Saugus High School. I just gazed at it in wonder.


Wolfram - Jun 29, 2005 10:59:52 am PDT #5550 of 10001
Visilurking

...I think that women have it pretty good, bathroom-wise.

Urinals and the ability to pee standing up. That is all.


Jesse - Jun 29, 2005 11:02:20 am PDT #5551 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Is there no lock on the door?

Huh. You know what? I have no idea. I've actually mostly gotten her to stop doing it, so it's not a huge deal.


tommyrot - Jun 29, 2005 11:02:52 am PDT #5552 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

ION: Elmo Doesn't Speak Up on His Cellphone, Mom's Suit Alleges

Has Tickle Me Elmo been replaced by Bait-and-Switch Elmo?

Where most toys for preschoolers are designed to make a racket, Elmo's World Talking Cell Phone doesn't make enough noise, a Pasadena mom contends in a lawsuit.

She's accusing Mattel Inc. and subsidiary Fisher-Price, which sells toys based on Sesame Street characters, of rigging the phone so it is audible only when shoppers try it in the store.

....

Elmo is easily heard when the phone is in the box, according to the complaint filed on behalf of Elisabeth Marchetti, who bought the toy for her 18-month-old daughter, Ava, in February.

But when the toy is out of the box, the suit contends, Elmo speaks barely above a whisper, making children and parents as unhappy as Oscar the Grouch. Opening the box removes a plastic strip from the phone, resetting the volume.


§ ita § - Jun 29, 2005 11:03:46 am PDT #5553 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Urinals and the ability to pee standing up. That is all.

Sorry, is that a pro or a con? I'm so okay with not having that common genitalia space, you don't even understand. How can I pretend I'm alone with a stranger's labia right there????

Also, I can pee standing up.