Thanks, ita--and by extension, Jilli. Anything that can make polish dry faster and last longer will help me, immeasurably.
'The Train Job'
Natter 48 Contiguous States of Denial
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.
Man, I'm restless. Have done the couple of things I outlined for today and can't really do more. I could dye my hair, but that might foul up the clear coat on my nails.
Gnarg. It's the sort of mood best burnt off with company and that isn't happening.
What the hell did they make Sky Dancer out of, adamantium?
I remember that thing. The wings were made of soft foam, like the same stuff on those electric fans on water spray bottles. I can see how, spinning fast, they might cause some eye damage, but I have no idea how they could break bone.
but I have no idea how they could break bone.
Children stampeding over each other as they flee in terror?
ION, I am now in Oshkosh.
Ok, when I said I needed company, that was NOT what I meant.
My elderly neighbors, who are sisters who live together, were apparently having a spat over something. The one inside the apartment wasn't answering the door OR the phone for 45 minutes and the other didn't have her keys. So I sat with the other in the stairwell, hitting redial and consoling the locked out one and calmly listening to heavy-duty religious talk (which, it gives her strength and I'm glad of that, it's just HARD to come up with noncommital and sympathetic when being pressed about Jesus and I really don't want to be misunderstood and this was NOT the time for a theological discussion on my lack of belief) until I finally got the one inside, who I then lectured and informed I was not getting in the middle of this, but she was putting me there and she was opening the door because I SAID SO, and I'm the youngest adult and at least I'm acting it...and then she opened the door and I lectured again about taking the disagreement inside and ...oh hell. I like both these women and they've done numerous favors for me. They just had a hard blow today and regressed to teenagers. And they are both over 60. I swear.
Pouring myself a huge scotch now, I am.
Man, it's dead here. No comments on my apparent over-caring with my neighbors....
I'm here!
I have beer, and I'm here.
You are a good neighbor, sarameg.
At least you're familiar with your neighbors--I can ID some of them on sight, but know their names? Nope.
I've got RotK on while doing some cleaning, and I've found out why watching this on commercial tv is just wrong. They cut from Eowyn sobbing over her dead uncle to an inane Best Buy Christmas commercial.
Hi! I just woke up. Because I came home, thought about how I'm supposed to drive to Arlington tomorrow, and started to tear up. Which seemed like a hint that I was overtired, since... it's Arlington, not San Quentin.
Anyway:
I finally got the one inside, who I then lectured and informed I was not getting in the middle of this, but she was putting me there and she was opening the door because I SAID SO,You are awesome.
Timelies all!
Went to G's office holiday party. Tasty food(including some wonderful desserts like the strawberries dipped in white and dark chocolate and decorated so they look like tuxedos which was almost too cute to eat. Almost), decent band, and fun with green screen/computer editing technologies.(I now have a picture of me as Morticia Addams. Ok, it's my face and the rest is the regular photo, but it worked rather well. I'm thinking about scanning for a lj icon.)
Don't have any solid plans for tomorrow, but Sunday night we go to see Jonathan Coulton.