I know he does wear comfy loungey pants when he's up late writing.
In that case, I think you should label them "killing jammies" and perhaps add some bloodstains.
May have been the losing side. Still not convinced it was the wrong one.
Mal ,'Bushwhacked'
Natter 47: My Brilliance Is Wasted On You People
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.
Pix - Oct 25, 2006 2:47:58 pm PDT #5633 of 10001
The status is NOT quo.
sarameg - Oct 25, 2006 2:51:34 pm PDT #5634 of 10001
ION, Travelocity can bite me. After spending too much time dithering over flights, dealing with crappy javascript and browsers and far too many travel websites, I finally bought my tickets. And I'm quite happy with them. So now Travelocity sends me an email with purported flights to my destination that are a wee bit cheaper. Feh. OTOH, they'd probably make me have eightymillion layovers, one in Chicago (NEVER AGAIN NOT EVEN TO GO THERE,) make me fly out at ohdarkthirty and then overbook the flights too.
So I'm happy. Yes, I am. Stupid capricious airtravel.
And I still haven't figured out xmas. Oy. Skip the parents, skip the brother family or spend 5 days flying all the fuck over.
dcp - Oct 25, 2006 2:51:37 pm PDT #5635 of 10001
The more I learn, the more I realize how little I know.
Baked goods are always good fallback presents. Except fruitcake.
sarameg - Oct 25, 2006 2:52:25 pm PDT #5636 of 10001
I LIKE FRUITCAKE.
Maybe I should go lie down.
§ ita § - Oct 25, 2006 2:53:54 pm PDT #5637 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
My momma makes a mean fruitcake. Mean, as in gets you tipsy but doesn't drive you home.
Matt the Bruins fan - Oct 25, 2006 2:56:52 pm PDT #5638 of 10001
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand
How does that differ from who women are used to receiving clothing from?
Judging from how all the women here except Cindy responded, I'd say in how the gift would be received. But I have run into more instances of women being given clothes by people outside those limits.
§ ita § - Oct 25, 2006 3:01:30 pm PDT #5639 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
My mother gives me clothes. Her and my sister are it for anyone that's given me clothes twice in my adult life. Your list of who gives men clothes is more like who gives me clothes than the obviously compromised list of people to whom I've given clothes--all platonic friends, and I think all male too, if memory serves.
Cass - Oct 25, 2006 3:05:09 pm PDT #5640 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Yeah, all three others. Which seems so few--even when I remind myself they're two hours long.It really does. I am thinking, "Not many shows!" and then I realize its eight hours sitting there... Still not enough but that is just me liking the show.
I think the jammie pants, plus yummy treats, for Tim sound perfect. After all, useful *and* thoughtful.
Consuela - Oct 25, 2006 3:19:19 pm PDT #5641 of 10001
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix
Sarameg, I like fruitcake too! Especially if it doesn't have the stupid candied fruit, and instead has raisins, dried fruit, and nuts. And lots of rum.
At Fisherman's Wharf, during the holiday season? Dicey. Depends on what the food is, I guess, and how long you need the place.
Gah. We booked ours last week: $5000 for 65 people, drinks and dinner at a restaurant in Fisherman's Wharf.
Good luck, Juliana --- you're gonna need it. Places are disappearing fast.
sarameg - Oct 25, 2006 3:21:53 pm PDT #5642 of 10001
I've given my brother boxers. Preferably the most obnoxious embarrassing ones I could find. It's all about the attempt to embarass a pretty unflappable brother (That he shares pictures with his family that would be considered blackmail for most says something. Gold lame boxers, easter bunny ears, nothing else and pretending to lay an egg in the back yard, hello?) This was more fun when he was in the Army, but there is still mileage to be had over his son going into hysterics over daddy's silly shorts.