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Willow ,'First Date'


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.


sarameg - Dec 15, 2006 4:24:46 pm PST #6563 of 10007

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.


Hil R. - Dec 15, 2006 4:41:38 pm PST #6564 of 10007
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l

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.


tommyrot - Dec 15, 2006 4:42:53 pm PST #6565 of 10007
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

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.


sarameg - Dec 15, 2006 5:23:01 pm PST #6566 of 10007

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.


sarameg - Dec 15, 2006 5:51:15 pm PST #6567 of 10007

Man, it's dead here. No comments on my apparent over-caring with my neighbors....


Lee - Dec 15, 2006 5:56:51 pm PST #6568 of 10007
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

I'm here!

I have beer, and I'm here.

You are a good neighbor, sarameg.


Kathy A - Dec 15, 2006 5:56:52 pm PST #6569 of 10007
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil

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.


Strega - Dec 15, 2006 6:03:33 pm PST #6570 of 10007

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.


Sheryl - Dec 15, 2006 6:04:27 pm PST #6571 of 10007
Fandom means never having to say "But where would I wear that?"

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.


sarameg - Dec 15, 2006 6:11:50 pm PST #6572 of 10007

Lee! Be drunken with me! (It'll take another scotch for me.)

I'm reluctantly pulled into neighborliness. It's taken years. On one hand, I'm very private and kinda hate other people knowing my routines. On the other, it's great to have people to rely on and there is a specialness in watching out for them and delivering. Problem comes when they draw you into their drama. My neighborhood (though largely not my neighbors)is..iffy. Comparatively, I probably make much more than the vast majority around me. By a lot. But I like the long termers.

Me calling cops on fuckheads? Doesn't bug. Getting drawn into family affairs is icky. And then... I get people who bring me a plate of dinner because I looked unhappy when I came home. I'm torn. Hell, one of the reasons I don't move is because of the long-termers in my block.

edit: Strega, thanks. I felt more like an annoyed young upstart, but man...