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[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I gratefully accepted a "brooming off" of my snow-caked ice skates, and took them off.
Hee. I remember being broomed off before being allowed inside. Snow and ice were lovely when I was a kid, but I was over it by late teens. At this point I don't mind visiting it once in a while.
Although in a different part of the country your winter experience sounds much like mine was, Daniel.
Will have to backread Daniel's post--am at the moment completely enthralled by my new PotC LIFE game! It's SO COOL. Screw Halo, we're all going to play this today!
::tries to wrap poor global-warming-ized brain around "warm enough to skate"::
When it's 30 below (or colder) out, one does not spend more time outside than one has to. One especially does not go on a frozen surface outside and try to pick up speed. One will generally have to be treated for frostbite if one does do that.
Plus being able to glide around is so damn wonderful.
Man, I LOVE the feeling of skating fast. It feels like flying.
DH doesn't share my love of rolling skating, however. It could be that the first time I took him he was slightly drunk, had to hold the rail for dear life (along witha few seven-year olds at the rink) and threw up in the parking lot afterwards (OK, he may have been A LOT drunk).
This conversation has me stoked. If it weren't for my damned bad back, I'd go skating right now.
When it's 30 below (or colder) out, one does not spend more time outside than one has to.
Oh, I know this, it's just that my childhood memory banks are stocked with "do you think it's ever going to snow??"
Am I the only one who read about the Goth roller skating and heard:
GOTHS ON SKAAAAAAATES a la Pigs in space?
::tries to wrap poor global-warming-ized brain around "warm enough to skate"::
Plus the colder it is, the more friction there is between the skates and the ice.
it's just that my childhood memory banks are stocked with "do you think it's ever going to snow??"
Heh. Yeah - I never quite had that problem. More like "do you think the snow's ever going to melt??" Though, apparently, they are severely lacking snow for the third year in a row.
I am going off topic to let all and sundry know that "Rice in a Tube" and all giving of shit to Sean thereof should cease.
Why?
Because Joe and I had dinner at Sean and S' on Christmas Eve and holy fuck, can Sean cook! He made goat cheese and fig quesadillas that were so fucking good, I almost needed new pants.
The homemade salsa's and guacamole were awesome. The mole (yes - that's mole) was amazing (even if there was too much for the saucepan) and, well, it was all just amazing. Ooooh! The shrimp salad served on endive leaves? Well, I pretty much ate the whole plate. Seriously.
Just wanted to let everyone know.
Back to your regularly scheduled skating talk.
We had several inches of snow before thanksgiving, then a cold snap, then it all melted and we are essentially snowless since, with temps in the 30's and 40's for highs. Some 50's a few days ago.
Not right for Minnesota, but it's helping Andi this year.
It's 39 right now.