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.
Tom is the worst ever. Adam is the best ever.
Oh, I've just seen Adam introduced (beginning of the 3rd season). I'm glad to read that he's good, and now I hope he's as good a character as he is a spy. Also, that the last sentence was indeed in English.
Back to the real world -- boat to Long Beach, and then straight to krav to assist.
At least the return to the real world starts with the part of it that you like, right?
Doing well. The holiday was really nice with lots of family and not much drama. I seem to have missed out on the leftovers though.
I got flattened by a plague-like cold the next morning but am feeling a little better today. I'm taking it as a sign to catch up on shows like MI-5 and napping with the kitties. Puppycat just crawled onto the heating pad I was going to use for my shoulders. She's quite a happy little thief.
How are you doing? It's been ages since we've posted together. Really nice to "see" you.
I think Adam is a great character. Season 3 rocks -- one of my favourite seasons of TV, really.
Today should be good, true. I have to make sure I don't overdo it, is all.
The holiday was really nice with lots of family and not much drama
Oh, that's good to read. Holidays don't need drama in them. They should be the parts that nobody would put in the movies, IMHO.
Also, I hope you feel better soon. Um, unless you want to feel nearly-better by tomorrow and have another day off.
As for me, it's the usual. The beginning of the semester, so the usual crazy-running-around. A new roommate - who is really nice, thankfully - and a sort-of Israeli autumn, which means that we had the one really-rainy day in between quite warm ones.
And thanks for asking - it's good to post with you, too!
Season 3 rocks -- one of my favourite seasons of TV, really.
Oh, I've already been looking forward to it, and now even more.
[Edit: 7=1+3+3. The math lesson shifts itself.]
I had a dream about you, Nilly. We were on a train, and you were showing me some books you had bought at a used book store. One of them was about nuclear power, and I asked to look at it. Inside, it was almost all long equations. You said, "I like that one because it's so dense."
I had a dream about you
Oh, wow! I want to post "Thank you!", but I should probably direct this to the subconscious part of your share of the hivemind, I guess.
Silly question: what was I wearing, if you remember at all? And what were you? It's not a question about fashion. I'm just wondering - and I don't have many opportunities to check this myself - about the way people have images, of themselves and of other people, in their mind. And dreams seem like a good opportunity to check that, since you mostly can't control them, right?
Also, your dream version of me seems much better than my version of me. Do you think she can help me with the paper I'm supposed to read?
[Edit: and 7+1=3+5. D'you think I'm having so much fun with it because "7" and "1" create "17"?]
Nilly! Glad to hear that your new roommate is still nice and all is well. How long have you lived there now? Are you one of the original people there, or were you once the new roommate yourself, moving into someone else's place and hoping it'd work out for all of you?
That's an excellent dream, Ginger.
The body hacking is great. My own personal favorite wasn't on the list, though: doing the Valsalva maneuver to stop hiccups. Just plain holding my breath never, ever worked for me, but this? Stops 'em dead.
I'll take getting better as quickly as possible. The sooner I get my body and brain back from the bugs, the better.
I'm glad your new roommate is a good match. I would think that it makes things so much easier.
Inside, it was almost all long equations. You said, "I like that one because it's so dense."
That is a very Nilly dream there, Ginger.
JZ! It's been so long since I posted with you! How are you doing?
How long have you lived there now?
t counts on fingers
A little over six years, now. Wow, that's a lot.
Are you one of the original people there, or were you once the new roommate yourself, moving into someone else's place and hoping it'd work out for all of you?
One of the original. It was me, my best friend (B), and an acquaintance (D) who first moved in. Then we found a 4th roommate (T) a couple of months later.
Since then, D got married and already has 3 children, B got married and her son is nearly a year old, T became one of my best friends (that's the same T I've been watching "Firefly" with) and had to move because of work.
There were at least two more 'rounds' of roommates who were completely replaced since then. I sometimes say that I feel like I've moved at least 3 times since I first started living here, because of the rate of my roommates getting married (still the number-one reason for them to leave). It feels like living in completely different apartments, because of the totally different dynamics between the girls. And it's an easy sort of move, because there's no packing.
People keep telling me I should switch rooms, in a sort of "changes the place, changes the luck" (Hebrew phrase) way of probably convincing my fate to change itself and, well, find a husband like all the girls who got married from the other rooms. I still hadn't done it.
I would think that it makes things so much easier.
I've been extremely lucky with my roommates. With all the changes and all the years, I've only had the one roommate whom I couldn't stand (and couldn't stand me, so at least it was fair), and more than one girl whom I met through posting an ad is still a friend, years after moving out. I'm very thankful for this.
I'll take getting better as quickly as possible.
You got it. Or, at least, my vibes for it.
[Edit: nope, I've got nothing with the post #'s digits. I need help from my Ginger's-dream-self, I guess.]
Nilly, you were wearing a dark top and long skirt. I don't remember what I was wearing. We were in an old-school passenger train, the kind with red plush seats and metal overhead racks, not a commuter train. I remember thinking I might know something about what was in the nuclear power book, but then being daunted by its being mostly numbers.