Doesn't matter that we took him off that boat, Shepherd, it's the place he's going to live from now on.

Mal ,'Bushwhacked'


Natter 45: Smooth as Billy Dee Williams.  

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.


§ ita § - Jun 17, 2006 1:20:47 pm PDT #2527 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Coffee Bean iced chai latte. It's what summer is for.

Well, that and dressing scantily.


sarameg - Jun 17, 2006 1:21:46 pm PDT #2528 of 10002

These are pretty damned good. My favorites were some random cheap mexican kind (Mexico really knows how to present lime in its full glory), and these are pretty close. A little sweeter than the mexican ones, but I'll live.

Tell me not to eat spoonfuls of guac.


Lee - Jun 17, 2006 1:24:00 pm PDT #2529 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Don't eat spoonfuls of guacamole, Sarameg.

I need a Coffee bean near me. Or maybe to go to SF and see JZ and the Coffee Bean.


sarameg - Jun 17, 2006 1:26:26 pm PDT #2530 of 10002

But it's cold and creamy and...yeah, really shouldn't.

Sometimes I really wonder about Devi. I got new food bowls and she keeps wander into the kitchen and walking around as if she's looking for something. Food is in bowls. I'm not sure she's figured this out yet.


Jesse - Jun 17, 2006 1:26:27 pm PDT #2531 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Best wishes to you and your family, Zenkitty.

Ain't nothing wrong with eating spoonfuls of guac.

Ditto the cappuchino blast I current have, although I wish I had asked her to use coffee ice cream, not vanilla -- I didn't realize that's what they do until it was too late.


Jesse - Jun 17, 2006 1:32:58 pm PDT #2532 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Ghana beat la Republica Checa? That's hot. (I get the World Cup schedule from the chalkboard outside the Mexican bar.)


Strega - Jun 17, 2006 1:34:47 pm PDT #2533 of 10002

So you know how when you launder pillows and comforters, they tell you to throw a couple of tennis balls in the drier?

...Where do people get tennis balls? Am I imagining the fact that they used to sell tennis balls in grocery/drug stores in the summer? Cheap ones, sure, but I'm not going to play tennis with them anyway. I hit a lot of stores today -- I wasn't just looking for tennis balls, but I did look for them while I was out. Nobody sells them anymore. Do I have to go to the Sports Authority to do laundry? Does everyone just have tennis balls, like they spontaneously generate? Do Allen wrenches hatch into if you leave them in a dark closet for long enough, so nobody needs to buy them? Does nobody launder pillows anymore, so it doesn't come up? I even looked in the laundry aisle to see if maybe there was some new, high-tech thing people use nowadays, with microchips and fluff-sensing technology. But no. I looked in the pet-toy aisle, thinking there'd be some tennis-ball-like object that would work, but everything there is made of plastic or rawhide.

It's the most minor of problems, but it vexes.

Although it might explain why the tennis court behind my building is always deserted.


Lee - Jun 17, 2006 1:36:24 pm PDT #2534 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Target, or costco, or maybe even Longs or Walgreen's type stores.


§ ita § - Jun 17, 2006 1:38:04 pm PDT #2535 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

You can also steal tennis balls from tennis championships. This might not fit with your timeline or travel budget, though.


DavidS - Jun 17, 2006 1:38:54 pm PDT #2536 of 10002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

Where do people get tennis balls?

They're suprisingly widely available. I've gotten then at Walgreens, the hardware store and the corner store. 7-11 would have them. Sporting Goods stores, obviously. Try a big drugstore - I'm sure they'd have them.