What do you use when they'd be texting? Do you call, or do you e-mail?
It varies. I get "I'm running late" texts, "what are you doing Saturday?" texts, "did you see XYZ?" texts, etc.
Wash: Well, I wash my hands of it. It's a hopeless case. I'll read a nice poem at the funeral. Something with imagery. Zoe: You could lock the door and keep the power-hungry maniac at bay. Wash: Oh, no, I'm starting to like this poetry idea now. Here lies my beloved Zoe, my autumn flower, somewhat less attractive now she's all corpsified and gross...
'Shindig'
Natter 42, the Universe, and Everything
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, flaming otters, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Jesse - Jan 22, 2006 7:54:37 am PST #1938 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Jesse - Jan 22, 2006 7:57:57 am PST #1939 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I think to me, a text message is most like a voicemail.
juliana - Jan 22, 2006 8:01:19 am PST #1940 of 10002
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
I text a lot - my friend who just moved to New York and I text each other with silly details of our lives that are happening RIGHT NOW, e.g. "I'm smoking a hookah!" and stuff like that. It's fun.
§ ita § - Jan 22, 2006 8:02:04 am PST #1941 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
a text message is most like a voicemail
Me too. For me they're not so much conversating as informing or requesting information. Which is why I think of emails as more intimate in content--but agree with bon in that there's no such thing as a formal text message--it presupposes more on the relationship.
Kathy A - Jan 22, 2006 8:20:13 am PST #1942 of 10002
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil
My cat woke me up at 8:00, meowing at full volume. I knew she wanted to be fed, but it was another eight hours until her feeding time. Now, usually on the weekends, she can convince me to move her feeding time up an hour or so just by being obnoxious, but I refused to move it up eight hours. By noon, however, she was being horrendous--knocking everything off of the coffee table, following at my heels every time I moved, harranging me at every turn to "Feeeeeed meeeeee!!!" So, finally, I gave up and did as my feline mistress commanded. She'll be the one to suffer tomorrow when she goes back on her evening feeding schedule, though.
sarameg - Jan 22, 2006 9:18:22 am PST #1943 of 10002
Would those liquid bandages help your knuckles? Mom uses those when her knuckles and other joints get all torn up when she's doing heavy gardening.
Man, I just wasted most of today.
I'm going to blame my cats for me being in bed until 12:30. I went to bed after the 7 am shot, and they pinned me down, I swear. I woke up only once, at 12:30, to find Devi's head resting on my palm, one paw wrapped around my wrist. Mister Kitty was half on my shoulder, with both front legs across my throat. It's all their fault. There were sleep vibes or something.
Consuela - Jan 22, 2006 9:26:48 am PST #1944 of 10002
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix
The animated Tick on dvd! [link]
Sue - Jan 22, 2006 9:27:48 am PST #1945 of 10002
hip deep in pie
My friend and I always say we are powerless to stay awake under the weight of a sleeping cat.
Narrator - Jan 22, 2006 9:31:46 am PST #1946 of 10002
The evil is this way?
Topic!Cindy - Jan 22, 2006 9:34:25 am PST #1947 of 10002
What is even happening?
I can't imagine it without Leo, anyhow. Not that I've watched steadily in years and years, but still.