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.
Eggs. The living legend needs eggs. Or maybe another milk.
Jayne ,'Jaynestown'
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.
Jesse - Apr 03, 2006 1:03:33 pm PDT #8241 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
aurelia - Apr 03, 2006 1:11:26 pm PDT #8242 of 10001
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
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.
JZ - Apr 03, 2006 1:20:17 pm PDT #8243 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
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.
dcp - Apr 03, 2006 1:22:04 pm PDT #8244 of 10001
The more I learn, the more I realize how little I know.
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.
JZ - Apr 03, 2006 1:23:48 pm PDT #8245 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
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.
Topic!Cindy - Apr 03, 2006 1:24:41 pm PDT #8246 of 10001
What is even happening?
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.
Maybe you could go lick them?
JZ - Apr 03, 2006 1:27:51 pm PDT #8247 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Maybe you could go lick them?
Bleah. I don't wanna touch them. I could lick all their lightswitches and doorknobs and the animatronic cat, though.
aurelia - Apr 03, 2006 1:29:20 pm PDT #8248 of 10001
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
JZ, I said "was". Just the initial reaction to the first post. No need to defend the stomach virus.
And I missed this in my meara...
HAPPY SCOLA DAY!!
bon bon - Apr 03, 2006 1:32:22 pm PDT #8249 of 10001
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
I did find out about the time change before it happened, but at about 8 on Saturday night we were walking to dinner and I said to Bob, I says, "I wonder when daylight savings begins?" and he said, "Around 2 am" and I said, "No, the DATE, dumbass" and oh, how he laughed. I really had no clue.
Spidra Webster - Apr 03, 2006 1:34:11 pm PDT #8250 of 10001
I wish I could just go somewhere to get flensed but none of the whaling ships near me take Medicare.
Happy Birthday, Mr. Scola!
I had a lubberly breakfast with Hec this morning. Then went home thinking I'd nap but construction dudes needed something. So I futzed with that for an hour or two and THEN I napped. This "being productive during unemployment" thing isn't off to the rollicking start I'd planned.
I'm probably going to waste even more time online, then catch a ride to SF to rehearse Uke-y Stardust.
Oh. And baking a devil's food cake from scratch yesterday? Stoopid idea. Turned a momentary lapse in dietary regimen to a full-on binge.