Hi Burrell! How are you and yours?
Giles: I'm sure we're all perfectly safe. Dawn: We're safe. Right. And Spike built a robot Buffy to play checkers with. Tara: It sounded convincing when I thought it.
'Dirty Girls'
Natter 41: Why Do I Click on ita's Links?!
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.
Lee - Dec 23, 2005 10:20:23 am PST #4707 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Steph L. - Dec 23, 2005 10:21:58 am PST #4708 of 10002
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
a) What do people want for Christmas this year?
Angel S5 DVDs.
b) What is your favorite present that you bought for someone else?
My brother and SiL just bought their first house, and going from small apartments to a whole house, they need stuff to hang on the walls. My bro is a jazz fan, and particularly LOVES Thelonious Monk. I found this poster for him, and framed it. He got it yesterday, and called me today to tell me how -- and I quote -- "fucking awesome" it is. Yay!
Laura - Dec 23, 2005 10:23:48 am PST #4709 of 10002
Our wings are not tired.
On the bright side, I will, with luck, get to see Laura while I'm there
Yay!
a) What do people want for Christmas this year?
My kids to surprise me and pick up the house. (a girl can dream)
b) What is your favorite present that you bought for someone else?
A shirt for my son with a cow jumping over the moon saying "I got Mad Skills." He will never take it off.
Lee - Dec 23, 2005 10:26:04 am PST #4710 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I found this poster for him
Very cool.
A shirt for my son with a cow jumping over the moon saying "I got Mad Skills."
Also very cool.
Cass - Dec 23, 2005 10:26:09 am PST #4711 of 10002
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
We really are a charming bunch. I'll try and find you more surly New Yorkers next time.I was led to believe you weren't such a friendly chatty bunch. I don't require surly, just would prefer that leave me alone.
Puppycat wants desperately to crawl onto the keyboard. Annoying annoying annoying. It would be cute if it weren't, you know, annoying.
Spidra Webster - Dec 23, 2005 10:27:47 am PST #4712 of 10002
I wish I could just go somewhere to get flensed but none of the whaling ships near me take Medicare.
a) What do people want for Christmas this year?
Oh man. So much. I guess the easiest thing would be Jockey for Her queen size full briefs and some fleece-lined LL Bean jeans so I wouldn't have to buy these practical items for myself.
And that 2006 will be exponentially better than 2005
b) What is your favorite present that you bought for someone else?
Brigittine Monk Pecan Praline Fudge for my mom. My mom's hard to buy for (a) because she's a caretaker. She will take care of everyone's needs but her own so she doesn't give many clues about what she wants (b) I don't have enough money to buy something for her that she can't buy for herself and if I buy her something she won't buy for herself, she still won't allow herself the luxury of indulging.
We cut down two pecan trees that were in our yard because the weather here isn't consistently warm enough for them to fruit. My mother exclaimed how much she loved pecans so I wanted to get something pecan-y for her. My mom is also a devout Catholic, so getting her something that supports a religious community is a two-in-one. In her thank you note to me she congratulated me on finding an order that she and Dad didn't even know about.
Kalshane - Dec 23, 2005 10:28:43 am PST #4713 of 10002
GS: If you had to choose between kicking evil in the head or the behind, which would you choose, and why?
Minsc: I'm not sure I understand the question. I have two feet, do I not? You do not take a small plate when the feast of evil welcomes seconds.
a) There's nothing my Christmas list that I'm all "Ooh, ooh, I want, I want" over. I'm sure my mother or my sister will surprise me with something.
b) The official Serenity hat I managed to get my hands on for my dad. It didn't cost me anything, so it's in addition to his other gifts, but it has a coolness factor to it.
ION, someone just called the help desk here at work.
Me: "Thank you for calling support, this is Rob."
Them: "Huh?"
Me: "You've reached the IT help desk."
Them: "Who is this?"
Me: "This is Rob in IT."
Them: "I think you have the wrong number."
Me: "Um, you called me."
Them: [click]
People are strange.
Laura - Dec 23, 2005 10:28:44 am PST #4714 of 10002
Our wings are not tired.
Nice poster Teppy.
Laura - Dec 23, 2005 10:30:37 am PST #4715 of 10002
Our wings are not tired.
Kalshane, you should have told them Dave's Not Here.
Frankenbuddha - Dec 23, 2005 10:38:41 am PST #4716 of 10002
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
I just head that the most stolen car is the '95 Honda Civic. My car is a '94 Honda Civic.
So is mine. And I'm using the present tense extremely loosely.
Anyhoo. Just got back to the office after my excursion to Chelsea (thanks to a friend, I had a car to drive there and back; otherwise it would have been much much worse getting out there, and it sucked moose balls as it was). There's just enough damage that it's definitely going to cost more than I paid for the car to get it fixed. What I paid for it and what it's worth are probably not the same though. The kicker is, there's just little enough damage that it would feel like adding insult to injury to just junk it, among other reasons because I know whoever took it in would make close to what I paid for it originally on the parts. So I'm getting an estimate - we'll see.
The worst part? I'm paying no matter what happens, because Chelsea contracts out it's towing and stuff, so I have to pay for the towing. In other words, I'm paying for the privelage of getting my car stolen.
Oh well, it will all be resolved one way or the other with a minimum of fuss, if not money.
2005 can go shove its head up its own rectum, however.