Congratulations to the class of 1999. You all proved more or less adequate.

Snyder ,'Chosen'


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.


Kathy A - Nov 16, 2005 7:16:12 am PST #4617 of 10006
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil

More bodies are being found in New Orleans, this time by their relatives. The authorities stopped looking a month ago.


sarameg - Nov 16, 2005 7:19:04 am PST #4618 of 10006

I had a ham and havarti sandwich. At 10:30. No idea why I was hungry so early.

I'll regret it around 3.


Frankenbuddha - Nov 16, 2005 7:21:32 am PST #4619 of 10006
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"

I would love to have one near my office. healthy food, good variety. now, my choices are McD's, Subway, chinese, jamaican, or Five Guys Burgers. or the cafeteria. *shudder*

I couldn't believe the range of stuff they had - I'd shopped at them before, but I'd never checked the ready-to-eat stuff until this one went in two blocks away from work. Granted, it is pricey (though their soup prices are no worse than, say, Au Bon Pain - one of which is going into the same block as the Whole Foods), but damn, you can put together quite a varied lunch for the price if you just take a little something of several things.


Trudy Booth - Nov 16, 2005 7:24:37 am PST #4620 of 10006
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart

More bodies are being found in New Orleans, this time by their relatives. The authorities stopped looking a month ago.

I don't want to hear 'obscured by rubble' bs... take in the damn dogs.


Kate P. - Nov 16, 2005 7:26:42 am PST #4621 of 10006
That's the pain / That cuts a straight line down through the heart / We call it love

I'm having leftovers from last night's dinner: burritos with black beans & sweet potatoes. Plus an apple.

At the moment I'm psyching myself up to call the Simmons financial aid office and find out what they're planning to give me for next semester. I don't know if it's just the usual phone phobia or if I'm really worried that they're going to reject my application, but for some reason I have butterflies in my stomach about this.


Sue - Nov 16, 2005 7:28:41 am PST #4622 of 10006
hip deep in pie

There is white stuff falling from the sky.

Run!!!


tommyrot - Nov 16, 2005 7:32:34 am PST #4623 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.

Run!!!

Well, I'm indoors, so I think I'm safe for the moment. Hopefully it'll stop so I won't be trapped here.

My theory is that it's crystalized dihydrogen oxide.

eta: aka dihydrogen monoxide: [link]


Aims - Nov 16, 2005 7:33:41 am PST #4624 of 10006
Shit's all sorts of different now.

Oh good christ.

Just heard a shitload of machine gun fire just outside my building.

Turns out, they are shooting "24" over there and there are going to be lots and lots and lots of grenades, automatic gun fire, flame throwers, etc.


sarameg - Nov 16, 2005 7:36:05 am PST #4625 of 10006

OK, they need to tell you about that beforehand....

The army reserves do training skulks in the ravine behind my building. We get periodic notices not to worry about the people in camo and black with m-16s and whatnot running around. I think the front desk (911 calls get routed through there) got sick of calming people down.


Nutty - Nov 16, 2005 7:36:59 am PST #4626 of 10006
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."

Turns out, they are shooting "24" over there and there are going to be lots and lots and lots of grenades, automatic gun fire, flame throwers, etc.

In the annals of Things that Only Happen in Los Angeles.

Are they gonna, like, repave neighborhood roads, or something, to pay the poor neighbors for enduring warfare on the sidewalk? Because, if not, I'd be standing out in my front yard with a shit-eating grin, a bullhorn, and something visually garish (maybe a Green Party protest?), to make them sorry they ever thought my block would be a good idea.