It's called a blaster, Will, a word that tends to discourage experimentation. Now, if it were called the Orgasmater, I'd be the first to try your basic button press approach.

Xander ,'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.


sarameg - Jan 14, 2006 11:06:32 am PST #9877 of 10002

Yeah, she missed the eye. Did give me a moment of why cats?! but... Avoid vacuuming the closet when there is a nervous cat perched on the shelves above. She leaped and hit the hangers, bounced into me flailing and then fell in the laundry basket.

Bah, hit the wrong thing. The scratch isn't that bad, just in a bad place.


Cass - Jan 14, 2006 11:20:30 am PST #9878 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.

Good to know. See? This is why I suspect vacuuming can kill or damage you.

I'm glad she missed your eye. Way too close a call.

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Mom just called to say that, no, she wasn't coming down this afternoon after all. Um?????? It *is* this afternoon. Did I miss a memo? (Actually a voice mail, it turns out.)

She's coming down tomorrow morning. I need to vacuum and am now afeared.


Cass - Jan 14, 2006 11:29:22 am PST #9879 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.

Last week's Dilberts have reminded me of shrift. Today's referenced pandas and now I am just wigged uncomfortably. A little to Natter-y.


Jesse - Jan 14, 2006 11:39:13 am PST #9880 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

See? This is why I suspect vacuuming can kill or damage you.

It's true, man. This is why I avoid it.

So, now they say my luggage will be picked up by the delivery service at the airport at 5pm today, and to my house within six hours after that. Greeaatt. You know, thinking about it now, I should have just gone to get it myself. Dopey. Of course, that would have involved leaving the house, which, not so much.


Topic!Cindy - Jan 14, 2006 11:49:56 am PST #9881 of 10002
What is even happening?

I see a lot of people who need a ROOMBA.


msbelle - Jan 14, 2006 11:51:29 am PST #9882 of 10002
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb

Thank dog for frozen food. yummy leftovers.

Jesse, that is BANANAS!


Nutty - Jan 14, 2006 11:54:09 am PST #9883 of 10002
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."

Nutty, how has Familiar Fatal Insomnia not made it onto the medical shows? Seems like perfect medical drama fodder.

Because I'm not kidding when I say it's incredibly rare. I think there have been a grand total of 30 cases diagnosed, and every single person was a cousin/sibling/parent/child in the same family (dating back to the late 1800s). It's this bizarre disease cluster in this one family in Italy, and because the disease (or its absence) doesn't show up till you're in your 40s, every generation has had kids before finding out whether they're passing it on or not.

(It's also a really fascinating example of what we don't know about prion diseases: although the famous prions -- mad cow disease -- are spread by eating infected mean, we're also slowly learning that prions can become genetic risk-factors. Creutzfeld-Jakob is another prion disease with genetic risk-factors.)


Jesse - Jan 14, 2006 11:55:09 am PST #9884 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Even more annoying is that they say "reasonable efforts will be made to ensure that the bag is returned to you within 24 hours," which it probably will be, so I can't really bitch. I mean, of course I CAN bitch, but it probably won't do me any good.


Cass - Jan 14, 2006 11:59:20 am PST #9885 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.

I see a lot of people who need a ROOMBA.
The breast cancer helping one even went on my Christmas list. However I also linked to the Tomato Nation story so they might have thought I was kidding. Which, hey, NOT kidding. I meant to show it was a multi-tasker: freak out the cats (with less chance of me bleeding) and clean my floors.
Because I'm not kidding when I say it's incredibly rare. I think there have been a grand total of 30 cases diagnosed, and every single person was a cousin/sibling/parent/child in the same family (dating back to the late 1800s). It's this bizarre disease cluster in this one family in Italy, and because the disease (or its absence) doesn't show up till you're in your 40s, every generation has had kids before finding out whether they're passing it on or not.
Damn. Having kids is a massive leap of faith in those families. I need to go Google for more information. Thanks, Nutty.


amych - Jan 14, 2006 11:59:32 am PST #9886 of 10002
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?

(I was wondering where the familial bit came in)