The guy punched out the window of the train? Good lord.
I burned the top of my mouth on my breakfast -- toast with melted cheese. My life is hard.
Well, other bands know more than three chords. Your professional bands can play up to six, sometimes seven, completely different chords.
Oz ,'Storyteller'
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 16, 2006 5:48:29 am PST #351 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Theodosia - Jan 16, 2006 5:49:26 am PST #352 of 10002
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
I tell people that cheese is bad, but do they ever listen? ::shakes head::
tommyrot - Jan 16, 2006 5:52:42 am PST #353 of 10002
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
I never liked cats much. Then Mother moved into my barn.
I found this story moving - we always had a bunch of barn cats (that were not allowed in the house). I always loved them, and felt bad that they often had short lives due to accidents with cows, cars, farm machinery, etc....
Before Mother, I was never much drawn to cats. They seemed slithery and remote. I have a farm, and cats didn't appear to be useful.
I am partial to working dogs—especially border collies and Labradors—that can herd sheep, fetch sticks, hike with me, cuddle on the sofa, and swim in nearby streams. I didn't really get having an animal you couldn't herd sheep or take a walk with.
Then the rats came.
§ ita § - Jan 16, 2006 5:54:09 am PST #354 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Cindy, linking to the page is a-okay.
Cheese is god--you need to treat it with respect, but the rewards are great.
tommyrot - Jan 16, 2006 5:55:08 am PST #355 of 10002
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Cheese is god--you need to treat it with respect, but the rewards are great.
Also, cheese can sense fear.
Topic!Cindy - Jan 16, 2006 5:56:30 am PST #356 of 10002
What is even happening?
Cindy, linking to the page is a-okay.
Oh, goodie! Thanks, ita.
Theodosia - Jan 16, 2006 6:09:14 am PST #357 of 10002
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
Cheese-lovers!
Steph L. - Jan 16, 2006 6:10:02 am PST #358 of 10002
the hardest to learn / was the least complicated
Before Mother, I was never much drawn to cats. They seemed slithery and remote.
I've always been used to cats who are non-cuddly. In the sense that, they imperiously tolerate The Sapiens because they have Opposable Thumbs and provide Tribute In The Form Of Food. But they were never big snuggle-up kitties.
I was at a friend's house last night, and I was lying on my stomach reading a book, and not one but BOTH of his cats came and sat on me -- one on my back, and the other sprawled across my legs. Both of them, after some dough-kneading action that involved very little claw, immediately went to sleep. On me. It was the funniest thing ever, to me, since I always thought cats look at me and think "There will be No Snuggling, Blonde Sapiens! So it has been decreed. And don't even THINK about picking us up!"
Lee - Jan 16, 2006 6:11:27 am PST #359 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
You really have got to meet Ozzie.
Strega - Jan 16, 2006 6:24:12 am PST #360 of 10002
That barn cat story is nice, although the "Hey, it turns out cats are useful!" thing was odd.
My grandparents had a bunch of cats on their ranch, and would put out scraps for them. They were probably just this side of feral. The cats, I mean; not my grandparents. I remember spending a while sitting on the back steps when the food was there, so the cats would get used to me. After a day or two there were a couple that would let me pet them, which impressed my grandma.