Yeah, we're building a race of frog-people. It's a good time

Xander ,'Selfless'


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.


sarameg - Oct 31, 2006 11:43:04 am PST #6576 of 10001

Why did I agree to write this portion of the manual? I mean, yeah, I spend a lot of my day writing this stuff up anyway and I've written plenty for the online help, but hooboy doing it in one gulp is a pain in the ass. I predict that by the time I'm done, I'm going to be reduced to pointing and grunting.


flea - Oct 31, 2006 1:12:39 pm PST #6577 of 10001
information libertarian

What, no trick or treat watch n post? Supermen here, is the theme. Candy going fast.


amych - Oct 31, 2006 1:17:55 pm PST #6578 of 10001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?

What, no trick or treat watch n post?

We got some! Okay, so far it's just been the one group of 2 moms and 3 kids (little witch, bigger ghost, tiny one whose costume I don't remember but he was adorably shy about the whole door scene), but we never EVER got any at the old place. Plus, extra cool points for the fact that I knew them all at least on sight, and also that it was the most multi-culti trick-or-treat group EVAR.

t /new-neighborhood-likes-carrots


Jesse - Oct 31, 2006 1:27:01 pm PST #6579 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

I saw some little cuties outside, trick or treating at all the stores. Also, I got a free sub coupon from the giant sub outside Subway!

But you know what I really like? Old-school small businesses. I walked into the shoe repair place, and walked out ten minutes later with both of my heels all fixed up! For six bucks!


JenP - Oct 31, 2006 1:30:25 pm PST #6580 of 10001

I haven't had any kids yet, which is surprising. Last year I think there were about 30 by the end of the night, but I don't remember when they started.


Kathy A - Oct 31, 2006 1:31:51 pm PST #6581 of 10001
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil

Remember our discussion last week about the comeback of grammar and diagramming sentences? The Chicago Tribune's book section had a little blurb about a new book: Sister Bernadette's Barking Dog: The Quirky History and Lost Art of Diagramming Sentences!


Jesse - Oct 31, 2006 1:44:03 pm PST #6582 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Uh oh -- someone just rang my buzzer. I wasn't expecting anyone! I have no candy! I'm ignoring it.


Lee - Oct 31, 2006 1:46:02 pm PST #6583 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

You could give them Homer!


Jesse - Oct 31, 2006 1:46:43 pm PST #6584 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Ha! Only if it's the neighbor kid who gave me a cat that one time.


Liese S. - Oct 31, 2006 1:49:38 pm PST #6585 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."

Old school shoe repair places rock! Ours is Ed's Shoe & Boot. He's only open completely random hours, so we keep driving by to see if he's there. He's going to patch up the SO's Birks again. Ten bucks, for another year's use.

He was open today when I drove by, and I even had the shoes with me, but I was on my way to get my hair cut, so I didn't stop. The hairdresser (new to me) was late, so I did actually have time to stop after all. And of course, the haircut took a long time, so Ed was closed by the way back.

No trick-or-treaters yet, but they should be here shortly, maybe a half hour or so. I talked to my neighbor and decided I needed to buy some more candy, so I picked some up on my way back from the salon. Hope we have enough.

Anyway, when I went, I saw a tiny display of Quaker Oats snack bars, forlornly amidst all the candy bags. I felt sad for them, like they hoped for a better and healthier America, but they knew it really wouldn't come to pass.

But not sad enough to buy them, 'cause a) I don't want my house egged, and b) I intend to eat the leftover candy.