You should come down with bird flu and be tragically unable to attend the retreat.
I fed off a flowerperson, and I spent the next six hours watchin' my hand move.
Spike ,'Same Time, Same Place'
Natter 40: The Nice One
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.
Dana - Nov 03, 2005 6:46:45 am PST #1016 of 10006
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.
§ ita § - Nov 03, 2005 6:50:42 am PST #1017 of 10006
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
What, you want it back later in good condition?
Well, I know I'm getting it back, so I don't want it smelly or dented or anything.
Betsy HP - Nov 03, 2005 6:52:40 am PST #1018 of 10006
If I only had a brain...
FUCK. Now my short-range (i.e. computer) vision is screwed up.
shrift - Nov 03, 2005 6:53:18 am PST #1019 of 10006
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
You should come down with bird flu and be tragically unable to attend the retreat.
It's actually just across the street from our office this year. I'm thinking about hitting up the retreat for breakfast and coffee, and then sneaking over to my office. I wonder if I'd get in trouble for working?
Jessica - Nov 03, 2005 6:53:34 am PST #1020 of 10006
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
Oh, crap, Betsy. Is there anything you can do about it, short-term?
Steph L. - Nov 03, 2005 6:57:41 am PST #1021 of 10006
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
Vortex, I'm obsessed with things that are pumpkin-y, but not pumpkin pie: pumpkin creme brulee, pumpkin cheesecake, like that.
Trader Joe's has really good pumpkin granola.
And now I want pumkpin pie.
Lee - Nov 03, 2005 6:59:04 am PST #1022 of 10006
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Well, I know I'm getting it back, so I don't want it smelly or dented or anything.
I'll make sure all the vomit is cleaned off.
Betsy HP - Nov 03, 2005 6:59:23 am PST #1023 of 10006
If I only had a brain...
I have a call into the optometrist. I'm definitely going to see an opthalmogist ASAP -- which may, of course, be months away.
Kate P. - Nov 03, 2005 7:01:07 am PST #1024 of 10006
That's the pain / That cuts a straight line down through the heart / We call it love
Or a Danny Kaye movie:
The Jackhole with the backhoe / Cut the wires for the files...
Ha! Frankenbuddha, that's exactly where my mind went first too.
eta: ooh, birthdate numberslut.
Nutty - Nov 03, 2005 7:01:53 am PST #1025 of 10006
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."
Jackholes with backhoes are why we have Digsafe. Also known as, when there are lots of houses with natural gas heat, a jackhole with a backhoe can blow up the whole neighborhood.
In the not-funny way. Although interestingly, not particularly flamey, either. Somebody in Quincy blew up his own house in the jackhole manner in 2002, and it was just a pile of wooden flinders, rather than a towering inferno. I guess all the gas basically gets used up in the initial explosion, and none is left to coat the things that might burn.
(Digsafe is the local "Call us up and tell us where you want to dig, and we'll come out and mark where you can and where you can't. Disobey us, and prepare to be electrocuted." Those people.)
That's one of the big worries: our healthcare system doesn't have the reserves to handle a pandemic.
One of the funnier things I read during the OMGWTFAnthrax!! scare was by a man who had been a child when smallpox hit New York in the late 40s. He described standing in line for the vaccine for hours and hours, everybody just queueing up politely, and he meant everybody, on orders from on high. I remember being vaguely amazed that everyone would just do as they were told, and not be so into yammering about privacy/rights/conspiracy theories/special privileges/side effects. But, that was right after the war, so the obedience factor was pretty high, I guess.