Sometimes a thing gets broke, can't be fixed.

Kaylee ,'Out Of Gas'


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.


sarameg - Nov 06, 2005 5:33:04 pm PST #1717 of 10006

My uncle's dogs are farm dogs. Until this generation started sprogging (only recently), this batch really had experience with only adults. So the kidlets are a whole new game. It was very funny. The ones we grew up with, well, they grew up with us, so they knew the sneaky way of kids.

Blue version 1.0 used to follow us in the cornfields and only get pushy when we got near equiptment. And then there was the one who was afraid of mice and used to try to keep us out of the barn for that reason. He used to sit at the barndoor and just wail. Poor thing. The barn is gone now. Freak storm when it was slated for demolition took it down. Kinda makes me sad, as it was the same barn our parents played it, and now the next generation doesn't know the joy of pulling nails from the tin roof and sliding down on feed sacks.


Matt the Bruins fan - Nov 06, 2005 5:41:48 pm PST #1718 of 10006
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand

WTF? How was that possible on GA?


Jessica - Nov 06, 2005 5:46:16 pm PST #1719 of 10006
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset

Okay, this is pretty neat:

Most time capsules involve cramming stuff into a metal box and burying it in a hole in the ground. It's a method that works --but it's so primitive. What if you could write an email to yourself, and be assured of receiving it twenty years in the future?

That's what we've done with this email time capsule. Simply fill out the fields below, decide how long you want the capsule to be sealed for, and hit send. We'll do our best to make sure the message gets delivered.

Assuming, of course, that 20 years from now we're still using email and not beaming text messages directly into the chips in each others' brains.


Cass - Nov 06, 2005 6:01:00 pm PST #1720 of 10006
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

And that we have the same email addresses in 20 years. Which seems ... unlikely.


tommyrot - Nov 06, 2005 6:05:21 pm PST #1721 of 10006
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

And that this company (or organization) is still around. And that they haven't lost the data.


Zenkitty - Nov 06, 2005 6:06:44 pm PST #1722 of 10006
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.

Pardon the sudden topic, but - is there really such a thing as people one can hire to come clean and organize one's abode? And if so, where would I be likely to find one?


§ ita § - Nov 06, 2005 6:11:47 pm PST #1723 of 10006
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Jesse, you wanted a scatter chart. With lines.

I broke. I gave in and took migraine meds. I realise it's not a macho game, but I'm more than halfway through my meds for this 30 day period, and I don't want to charge through them. I was hoping to make it through the weekend free. Almost.


Cass - Nov 06, 2005 6:12:46 pm PST #1724 of 10006
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

Merry Maids is not the cheapest but they are bonded and insured. Which turned out to be a good thing when they chemicaled my old tub and it had to be refinished. It was the only issue I ever had with them and I don't think the reaction showed up until after they'd been gone for a couple of hours.


Lee - Nov 06, 2005 6:13:34 pm PST #1725 of 10006
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

ugh, ita. I'm sorry you didn't make it, but I am hope the meds make you feel better.


Daisy Jane - Nov 06, 2005 6:19:16 pm PST #1726 of 10006
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

Wasn't Merry Maids one of the companies in Nickle and Dimed? Ours was recommended by Mr. Jane's boss's maid. I love her. She brings her kids, and occasionally we get to play with them, though usually she wants us gone because we get in her way.

I have to go vote on Tuesday against a proposition that's just flat out mean.