I have the same standards my mother does, but no idea how to keep them. It's odd. I like the place to at least look neat at all times, maybe not spotless, but tidy. Unfortunately my switch only goes from overwhelmed to scrubbingthewholeplacerightnow. So I needed to be taught that say picking up and doing the dishes daily, laundry on weekends, and actual scrubbing twice a month is fine.
So that's my dream. That and some stuff about cigars and a tunnel.
Faith ,'Get It Done'
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.
Daisy Jane - Jan 04, 2006 1:41:52 pm PST #7505 of 10002
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
§ ita § - Jan 04, 2006 1:42:05 pm PST #7506 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
A friend of mine bumped into a hammered Kiefer on the way to the men's, and asked him to say hello to my friend's fiancée, since she was a huge fan. Kiefer ended up sitting with them for twenty minutes.
So even though he seems to be a big old lush, he gets cool points from me.
Betsy HP - Jan 04, 2006 1:42:37 pm PST #7507 of 10002
If I only had a brain...
Sharon circling the drain?
I always remember Victor's mantra, "No Hope, no Pope, and home by 10." I wonder what the mantra is now?
§ ita § - Jan 04, 2006 1:50:09 pm PST #7508 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
We're allowed to go home early for the game, but no one dares. Also, not many of us care about the game.
It feels like a trap.
Katie M - Jan 04, 2006 1:52:19 pm PST #7509 of 10002
I was charmed (albeit somewhat perplexed) by the fannish sensibility of many of the music choices -- it's like the director was trying to vid Canada. --loligo on the Olympic Opening Ceremonies
I think my parents expected me to osmotically acquire knowledge of how to do stuff
This happened to me with pumping gas. When I was learning to drive my mother sent me out to pump the gas, and I had no idea where to start. I had to explain to her that it wasn't like I'd been paying attention. I had books!
§ ita § - Jan 04, 2006 1:53:15 pm PST #7510 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
First or second time I pumped gas, I got a faceful of it. Humiliating.
And tasted bad.
ChiKat - Jan 04, 2006 1:53:18 pm PST #7511 of 10002
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
Kiefer warned staff: "I'm smashing it - can I pay for it?"
That's kinda cute. He asks permission to do his pillaging.
Daisy Jane - Jan 04, 2006 1:54:06 pm PST #7512 of 10002
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
We're not being sent home early, but there is kind of a party atmosphere. I imagine some Austinites might be getting off early too.
Though, wait, are you in Pasedena? Because I can see why you'd get out early just on traffic issues alone.
Lee - Jan 04, 2006 1:55:14 pm PST #7513 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I'm probably supposed to know what game you all are talking about, aren't I?
Daisy Jane - Jan 04, 2006 1:55:54 pm PST #7514 of 10002
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Rose Bowl. USC v. Texas.