I think I gained 48657137 pounds. Send help.
Nothin'. I just wanted you to face me so she could get behind ya.
Mal ,'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.
Allyson - Dec 25, 2006 5:35:35 pm PST #8027 of 10007
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica
amych - Dec 25, 2006 5:37:08 pm PST #8028 of 10007
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
It turned out that I had to enter in the hexadecimal version of the password.
I think I had that same router once. We had an unsecured network....
tommyrot - Dec 25, 2006 5:39:30 pm PST #8029 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.
I think there is some type of WiFi encryption that requires passwords in hex. Most, of course, don't.
Pix - Dec 25, 2006 5:39:56 pm PST #8030 of 10007
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
Allyson is me, only with a great book contract.
Strega - Dec 25, 2006 5:42:26 pm PST #8031 of 10007
Allyson is me, also, but with a book contract and probably not tipsy.
Consuela - Dec 25, 2006 5:44:00 pm PST #8032 of 10007
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix
And me, but I reassure myself that it's not physically possible to consume enough calories to perceptibly gain more than a pound or two over the holidays. Also, I'm going running in the morning. Joy.
Allyson - Dec 25, 2006 5:45:43 pm PST #8033 of 10007
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica
My nephew has been taught to say, "capice."
As in, "I want some hot cocoa, capice?"
Strega - Dec 25, 2006 6:01:34 pm PST #8034 of 10007
My nephew has been taught to say "That's a joke, son," after he tells a knock-knock joke. Often he screws up the punchline, but the "That's a joke, son" bit redeems it.
So my brother's turning him into Foghorn Leghorn, basically.
I approve.
tommyrot - Dec 25, 2006 6:08:05 pm PST #8035 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.
Oh, I totally forgot to mention it - Max (my oldest son, who will turn nine in a few months) has been described as "mathematically gifted" by his teacher. Both his momies are amazed at his ability to calculate store discount percentages in his head.
Aww - he takes after his dad....
sarameg - Dec 25, 2006 6:14:57 pm PST #8036 of 10007
I (ok, we) fed Kat and lori Christmas dinner. AWESOME CHRISTMAS.
Leftover luminarias (all of them, these are hardy candles) were lit by me, dad and lori and it is very pretty outside my parents' house right now.
And now I'm very sleepy and people are crashing left and right. My dad and I will probably be the last to fall.