Don't! You worked for it, you earned it. That's not pretense.
ION, I sometimes have the most trivial of thoughts.
eta: but for once I will not share.
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.
Don't! You worked for it, you earned it. That's not pretense.
ION, I sometimes have the most trivial of thoughts.
eta: but for once I will not share.
I just read the LA Times article about the power outage. This has to be the stupidest thing I've heard today:
One customer, George Orellana, a 35-year-old paralegal, said, "We walked down seven flights. It felt like the 9/11. We didn't know what was going on.
"I've been here 25 years," Orellana said. "This has never happened."
I mean, seriously. The power was out for what? 2-3 hours? Plus I've personally experienced several power outages in my 6 years here. Has this person been hiding in a gas-powered bunker for their 25 years?
I think I'm one of Tim's "people."
Or part of his "entourage."
ahhhhh ha ha ha ha
Makes me laugh.
But I bet it feels gooooodddd...
It feels...unbelievable. I feel unworthy and like I'm a hack who will be discovered as a hack at any moment.
I'm a hanger-on!
I mean, seriously. The power was out for what? 2-3 hours?
Sheesh. In my rural childhood, I once endured a 4-day power outtage. Ice storm knocked out lines all over the state, and those of us way out in the country were low priority. I was 8 or 9 and thought it was a fun adventure. And 2-3 hours wasn't uncommon during thunderstorm season.
Kristen, I also just read that and snorted at that jackass. What the fuck? THE WORLD, SHE IS ENDING!!!!
"inadvertenly cut a power cable" at a DWP substation in West Los Angeles.When I was a wee kid, I was sitting on a barstool in the kitchen and talking on the phone. And there was a pair of scissors on the counter. So, I am spinning on the barstool, talking on the phone while wrapping the cord around, snipping in the air and not having a care in the world. Spiiiiiiiiiin. Wind up. Talk. Spinnnn the other way. Unwind. Talk. Snip. No more talk.
I wasn't allowed to play with scissors after that.
Someone from DWP should call my parents and tell them that it wasn't my fault, it was inadvert.
I'm a hanger-on!
So, shall I start the line for being part of the craxy fandom?
That chick will be the one referring to the next thunderstorm as LA's Katrina.
So, shall I start the line for being part of the craxy fandom?
You're little late. We started lining up a while ago. Grab a lawn chair and have a seat.