I don't think they make the tins, any more. At least the container I have is plastic. It's the same shape and size, but not made of metal.
I wanna hurt you, but I can't resist the sinister attraction of your cold and muscular body!
Buffybot ,'Dirty Girls'
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.
Topic!Cindy - Nov 03, 2006 5:05:40 am PST #7060 of 10001
What is even happening?
sarameg - Nov 03, 2006 5:10:00 am PST #7061 of 10001
I don't think they make the tins, any more.
Phooey. We used to nail bits of wood to them to make dubious facsimilies of violins or guitars and make really painful squawks and twangs. So much fun. I also recall perpetual (or not) motion machines from oatmeal canisters and drums out of metal Charlie's potato chip vats, but the latter I suspect were from an earlier generation.
Amy - Nov 03, 2006 5:11:59 am PST #7062 of 10001
Because books.
metal Charlie's potato chip vats
We used to get Charles Chips stuff delivered! God, I'd forgotten all about that.
We also still had a milkman when I was really little, like under six. So weird to think about that now.
Topic!Cindy - Nov 03, 2006 5:17:02 am PST #7063 of 10001
What is even happening?
We had a milkman. My mother stopped using the milk delivery service when they abandoned glass bottles. We also had an egg lady.
Lee - Nov 03, 2006 5:19:42 am PST #7064 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
CSI question: Why is Greg so worried about the coroner's inquest? Is he anything other than a victim/dude who helped save someone else?
Hil R. - Nov 03, 2006 5:24:14 am PST #7065 of 10001
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
We had a milkman when I was very little. Until about 1985ish, I think.
tommyrot - Nov 03, 2006 5:26:01 am PST #7066 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
We had a milkman. He'd come in a big truck and take away our milk. He'd also bring us butter and cheese.
If we were out of milk in the house, we had to be sure to go to the barn and get some before the milkman came and took it away.
Tom Scola - Nov 03, 2006 5:32:28 am PST #7067 of 10001
Remember that the frontier of the Rebellion is everywhere. And even the smallest act of insurrection pushes our lines forward.
A veteran NYPD detective accused of using marijuana is offering a novel defense: He says his wife spiked his meatballs with pot in a misguided attempt to force him to retire, the Daily News has learned.
On four occasions she admitted mixing marijuana into her homemade meatballs, substituting the drug for the oregano, sources said.
shrift - Nov 03, 2006 5:39:08 am PST #7068 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
CSI question:
Lee, I had to think about this one last night, but the kid he hit with his SUV died, so I imagine there will be repercussions.
Gudanov - Nov 03, 2006 5:43:23 am PST #7069 of 10001
Coding and Sleeping
Dodgy story about Ted Haggard.
The president of the National Association of Evangelicals resigned Thursday after accusations by a male prostitute that the pastor paid him for sex over three years.
I dunno, it sounds too wonderfully ironic to be true. I suspect that this could be a false allegation.