Murk: But you're a God! The Sacred Glorificus! Glory: I'm a God in exile. Far from the Hellfires of Home and sharing my body with an enemy that stabs my boys in their fleshy little stomachs!

'Dirty Girls'


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.


JZ - Aug 01, 2005 10:52:40 am PDT #4684 of 10002
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.

The store cats thought that trying to escape under my hoopskirts was the funnest thing ever.

Only because it was.

When we were at Borderlands Books on Saturday, every time I squatted down to look at a book on the bottom shelf, Ripley the hairless cat would try to crawl under my swoopy black cape. The magically vanishing and reappearing fabric cave just thoroughly entranced her.


Atropa - Aug 01, 2005 10:55:30 am PDT #4685 of 10002
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

Do security people ever think you're trying to stash things amid your petticoats?

Nope. In fact, the only store I ever get hassled by security at is the neighborhood Fred Meyer (which is a NW-regional store kinda like Target). The next time I'm there and I see the security guys trying to follow me, I'm going to stop them and say "Guys, shoplifters want to blend in with the other shoppers, not look completely different. Oh, and you need to work on your being stealthy."


Connie Neil - Aug 01, 2005 10:59:34 am PDT #4686 of 10002
brillig

the neighborhood Fred Meyer

The last Fred Meyer in Utah closed its doors a couple of years ago. They pulled one of those bait and switch "Going out of Business" sales where they transfer the stuff people might want to other stores and leave the crap under the hopes people will go "But it's cheap!" and buy it.


Atropa - Aug 01, 2005 11:02:03 am PDT #4687 of 10002
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

The last Fred Meyer in Utah closed its doors a couple of years ago

They're a not-very-nice company. I worked for them for eight years, mom still works for them. My recurring stress dream of hearing "Jillian, cashier please" over a loudspeaker is set at Fred Meyer.


Jesse - Aug 01, 2005 11:28:05 am PDT #4688 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

I just had one of those Moments: I was literally sitting here thinking, "Hmm. I want a snack. I could go buy one. Is there any reason I have to go to Sue's office? She always has candy..." when my boss came over to ask me to go to Sue's office for something. Score.


Aims - Aug 01, 2005 11:29:35 am PDT #4689 of 10002
Shit's all sorts of different now.

We have 3000 Melon Pops in our office.


ChiKat - Aug 01, 2005 11:33:35 am PDT #4690 of 10002
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?

What are Melon Pops and why do you need 3000 of them?


Gudanov - Aug 01, 2005 11:33:48 am PDT #4691 of 10002
Coding and Sleeping

Our office is melon popless.


Jesse - Aug 01, 2005 11:34:22 am PDT #4692 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Oh man, I wish I had 3000 Melon Pops, and I don't even know what they are.


tommyrot - Aug 01, 2005 11:35:32 am PDT #4693 of 10002
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

My melons have all been popped.

OK, that sounds weird.