I grew up cursing the Damn Students every fall when the new groups showed up to wander four abreast through my grocery store, so I was well primed to curse the Damn Tourists who meander in front of me every day here. I've decided that walking slow isn't so bad, but the meandering KILLS ME. You can't get by them!
What? She killed 'em with mathematics. What else could it have been?
Jayne ,'Objects In Space'
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.
Jesse - Dec 28, 2006 8:55:49 am PST #8384 of 10007
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Allyson - Dec 28, 2006 8:57:15 am PST #8385 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
Ugh. Biggest peeve for me is the five or so asswipes who charge into the subway car as soon as the doors open.
The people on the train get to leave, and THEN you can enter. Jerks.
See also: Elevators
Or people who stand at the bottom (or top) of the escalator, trying to get their bearings. We get to push those people down and trample them, right? That's the law, right?
Tom Scola - Dec 28, 2006 9:00:14 am PST #8386 of 10007
Remember that the frontier of the Rebellion is everywhere. And even the smallest act of insurrection pushes our lines forward.
I hate the people who try to enter the subway first, and then act all indignant when other people bump into them, as if the other people were the ones being rude.
Sean K - Dec 28, 2006 9:00:35 am PST #8387 of 10007
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty
The people on the train get to leave, and THEN you can enter. Jerks.
See also: Elevators
Or people who stand at the bottom (or top) of the escalator, trying to get their bearings. We get to push those people down and trample them, right? That's the law, right?
Yes. Yes it is. And even if it isn't, I'm quite sure no jury would convict.
brenda m - Dec 28, 2006 9:01:22 am PST #8388 of 10007
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Stand right, walk left, dammit!
sarameg - Dec 28, 2006 9:01:26 am PST #8389 of 10007
Going to busy public places with the parents involves much herding. Mom isn't so bad unless she gets distracted by something, but dad has a peculiar talent at being That Obstacle. He's always been fairly unaware of the space he occupies, and that's only gotten worse as he's gotten older.
Daisy Jane - Dec 28, 2006 9:01:55 am PST #8390 of 10007
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
I bet Daisy Jane is a karaoke queen too.
I'm not great at it, but if it's Peggy Lee, I'll do it. Mr. Jane does Sex Machine.
Last year's NYE was ok. Whatever year it was I wore my silver dress was probably the last time I had a rockin' time. My most memorable NYE was in 2001, I think, when I was coming back to Dallas from Louisiana. An ex I used to be friends with was driving, and we gave a ride to another friend. It started snowing heavily and the ride took us 9 hours (normally it's 2 and a half). We saw 18 wheelers being hauled by pickup trucks, people sliding off the road all over the place. At one point I had to get out of the car and tell the ex which way the tires were pointed.
We kept stopping so the ex could relax and smoke a cigarette. At one spot, other friend bought a bottle of champagne so we could toast even if we were stuck in the car. There was a newspaper somewhere with the above the fold headlines "Blizzards strike" "So much for the grapevine." (The Grapevine is the name of Mr. Jane's bar) and "It's all about the timing." We saw it as a sign.
When we were just outside of town we got stuck in a standstill, friend in the backseat was still in Mesquite. She came and joined us upfront so she could be in Dallas.
We finally made it up to the bar before midnight. Just thrilled to death to be there. I can't remember if that was the same year I met Honey the hooker at the hotel.
SuziQ - Dec 28, 2006 9:03:24 am PST #8391 of 10007
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
I think my favorite NYE was the one I got to spend in Singapore.
Strega - Dec 28, 2006 9:04:00 am PST #8392 of 10007
When was the last time you had fun on New Year's Eve?I’m not sure what year it was… maybe Dec 2002? A friend and I went to St. Louis, where another most excellent friend from college was having a housewarming/NYE party. So we were there for, I dunno, 5 days? We got to sleep in bunk beds, and I helped install a bathtub, and saw old friends I hadn’t seen in ages, and on New Year’s Eve they had bunches of people over and all the food in the world, and we played kazoos at one point. And their house was beautiful, even in the midst of their renovations. I think it was from the 1800s, and had a separate servant’s staircase, and was just so cool.
It was more about being able to hang out with those particular people than the festivities, really. I miss my friends. Sigh.
But I frequently have the same problem with NYE that I do with my birthday, where if I try to make big plans, I end up disappointed and depressed. I can think of one other fun NYE, but that was when I was dating the sociopath and it's quite possible that I'm just not remembering it very well. Usually I just putter around at home now. Which is the relaxing kind of fun, at least, and safer for everyone.
Nutty - Dec 28, 2006 9:04:14 am PST #8393 of 10007
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."
Right. It is the law of physics about two objects not being able to occupy the same space at the same time. Whatever that law is called.
I call it, "So sorry! The escalator let me off here. I don't know how I bumped into you!"
My version of elbows is fashion-forward. Or, just forward. I put up my arms like a boxer on defense, except further forward, and start pushing with my forearms. Really, the elbows are rearguard, and for punitive purposes. Although kicking in the shins is much less subtle.