Oooh, that teastick is prettier than the nifty spoon thing my mom had. It was two pinholed spoon heads that clamped together, the handle being a spring thing. It was fun to play with.
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Natter 37: Oddly Enough, We've Had This Conversation Before.
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.
This is what I did, what I saw, and how I feel about it. It's candid and confessional in nature.
The thing is, Allyson, you have a sense of proportion. You notice when you're being ridiculous.
Your writing comes across as "Well, this seemed like a good idea at the time" rather than "Everybody's MEAN to POOR LITTLE ME!" or "I don't understand why everybody can't see things the way I do!" You don't assume that everybody else you meet is just a walk-on in the wide-screen release of THE STORY OF ALLYSON.
I had that spoon. Too often it clamped shut on the leaves and was all leaky.
Timelies all!
I had my 6 month-or-so followup mammogram today. Everything's normal. Yay!
By the time I was mature enough to have memory of the spoon, mom had stopped using loose leaf tea.
The problem with cherries is that I will buy 2 lbs when they are on sale for an incredible $2.50/lb and I will like them so much that I will buy another 2 lbs when they are an appalling $5.50/lb. Ah, well at least I'm employed and can support my habit.
We had one of those spoons, and a tea ball. But we never had loose tea around.
I have new glasses, and everything is really! sharp! It's giving me a bit of a headache.
Compressed air works really well for not itching mosquito bites while waiting for the anti-itch stuff to start working.
Yay Sheryl!
Dag, people. All talky and making me meara.
Mustang Sally's is OK? I'm sometimes in that area.
It's just regular, bon. Good for a burger or whatever, nothing to go out of your way for.
I'm with those who rather enjoy Olive Garden but won't call it genuine Italian food.
I've never actually been to an Olive Garden, but I have this issue with a variety of things -- I like the cheesy mass-market version, I like the fancy "real" version. Not because they are similar, but because they each have something to recommend them. It's somewhat related to my popcorn thing. I love popcorn in all its forms -- homemade on the stove, microwaved, in a plastic bag at the deli, at the movies. I don't even feel like they are the same food, but I love them all!
But my work always seems to amount to naval gazing: This is what I did, what I saw, and how I feel about it. It's candid and confessional in nature.
But, like others have said, you're writing about really interesting stuff. And you're a really interesting writer. If your next book is about the trials and tribulations of your day job, I will be slightly more skeptical, but I bet even that wouldn't be this jackass "OMG my shit smells like roses!!!" stuff that seems to be so popular.
My rule is, if it's important enough to reach me, leave a message.
Right the fuck on. The only time I've regularly called someone back who didn't leave a message was my exboyfriend. What were the messages going to say other than, "Hi, I'm calling you, call me back." No need.
- I like the cheesy mass-market version, I like the fancy "real" version.
Right. Just like I love English curry and Southern "country captain" as well as real Indian. The riffs can become standalone tunes.