Inflating that whole pillow manually (orally?) would be a bitch, but it would be nice to have it. I can never really sleep on planes, either, but I don't care enough to find the right drug that would do it for me -- most things that make most people sleep just make me groggy forever, but not actually sleep.
Natter 43: I Love My Dead Gay Whale Crosspost.
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.
Spam o' the day:
Look young, feel smart
"Discover...in the next few minutes... regardless of your age, sex, or current health status, how this common element can change the way you experience the next half of your life."
Hmmm... I wonder what element they're talking about. Well, there aren't that many elements.... plus we can rule out many of them right off the bat, like plutonium, mercury, arsenic, etc....
Arguably, oxygen can change the way you experience life, but we've got plenty of that....
Any guesses? I'm leaning towards rutherfordium (atomic number: 104) myself...
Well, they would do it, too. Not in a way that you would *want*, but...
How can people get to Monday without noticing the time change? I'd love to have Sundays that divorced from the world...but I never have.
Yet, someone at work was late because she didn't notice the time change.
Maybe she was like me - set every clock to the correct time except the alarm clock, because there's no need for that on a Sunday?
set every clock to the correct time except the alarm clock, because there's no need for that on a Sunday?
But you noticed the time change. She didn't.
She didn't even watch TV? I can imagine not having any appointments, but at some point, I'd have the TV or radio on, looking for something at a certain time.
I was thinking the same thing Cindy was.
Nilly is making me wish I had thirtysomething DVDs.
The plane dubbed 'Fat Albert' is a C-130, right? I've seen that at an air show. I've seen lots of stealth training while driving across I-70 in MO, but those aren't so big and are usually pretty far away.
My landlord called this morning to see if I have any complaints since I never call to complain. Huh. Makes me wonder how squeaky the other wheels in my building are. He also offered to have new cabinets installed in the kitchen which will be nice, but it means that early next week I'll have to empty out the kitchen and have dirty noisy work going on for 4 days (8ish am - 4pm) on days that I'm working 3pm to midnight. Woo hoo.
rutherfordium
Ooooh. Neon plutonium. Cool.
I was thinking the same thing Cindy was.
@@ Clearly "stomach virus" is becoming the sick-person equivalent of being 29 or 39 years old. Even if it's something you can totally 100% legitimately claim as your very own, it sounds like the opening line of a joke or an alibi for something else.
I'd defend the stomach virus, but now I'm too busy being reminded of the entire morning's conversation and how much Hec's bosses stressed both of us out all last week with their weaseltude and how I'm not done hating them yet. No, actually, I am done hating them. Just not done despising them.
The plane dubbed 'Fat Albert' is a C-130, right?
Yeah, "Fat Albert" is the support C-130 for the Blue Angels. [link]
It has it's own performance routine that is pretty impressive, including a JATO launch, a super-short landing, and backward taxi.
ION, OMG how is it possible that this day is not over yet? It would be one thing if we were all making merry on Tom Scola Day, as would be only right and proper, but in San Francisco it's not only not officially Tom Scola Day, it's not even 3:30 on the Monday after a 3-day weekend. This is cruel.