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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.
Was not Rachel McAdams in S1 (brunette, infinitely lovelier and more striking than her current generic blonde Hollywood incarnation) pointed out to you several times?
I just haven't gotten around to it yet! I can't spend all my time watching TV on the computer or else I'm an off-putting recluse, remember?
Jessica, your stove-mouse trumps my laundry-silverfish. Gah.
your stove-mouse trumps my laundry-silverfish.
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Eek, Jess! I'd have turned into a 50s housewife stereotype myself.
Eek is right!
In case anyone was wondering, the new Fiery Habanero Doritos are actually quite hot.
I would've been tempted to turn the burner on, because OMG. MOUSE IN THE STOVE?
I got off my ass and did some stuff: 2 loads of laundry, scrubbed the bathroom, and food prep for the coming week (chicken and rice with approximated Ber-beri seasoning, roasted red potatoes with rosemary, baked fish).
Also have done a wee bit of work on 2 long term projects: 1) sanding and staining the coffee table (I did a test patch). 2) writing out the recipes on the original mac.
I had a scare yesterday when I turned on the mac and the screen would not resolve to a full image. Thankfully today it did, so I started coping out the family recipes I have in there. Hopefully I can just get out all I want tonight and that poor old machine can go find a final resting place out of my home.
Jessica, your stove-mouse trumps my laundry-silverfish. Gah.
Oh, I don't think so -- rationally, I know that bugs are infinitely cleaner pests than rodents, but my squickometer still goes to eleven when silverfish are concerned. Those fuckers are creepy.
I spent a good 40 minutes scrubbing every surface in the kitchen (including moving things to clean behind them that hadn't been moved, oh, since we moved in), and there are no mousey traces anywhere to be found. This is a good thing, because it confirms my suspician that the nest is not in my apartment (if it were, I'd be seeing droppings and pellets, and I'm not). The landlord is coming by with traps and poison later tonight, but I think I'm going to have her set them downstairs in the vacant unit, because that's where they're probably coming from.
I can't think of many animated movies which have featured a mother-child relationship at the core.
I'm surprised it took five hours for someone to mention Bambi.
Oh, Beverly, I'm so sorry. So very sorry.