Hey Beej - are you in Bitches? Because I wanted to respond to something you posted, um... last week Friday, I think.
Giles: Stop that, you two. Riley: He started it... Xander: He called me a bad name! I think
it was bad; it might have been Latin.
'Selfless'
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.
tommyrot - Dec 28, 2006 9:45:34 am PST #8428 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.
beekaytee - Dec 28, 2006 9:47:59 am PST #8429 of 10007
Compassionately intolerant
Ranks right up there with telling annoying single women to head to Dupont Circle because they can find many attractive unmarried men there.
Now that's just mean.
And genius!
Sure tommyrot, I'll be right there.
brenda m - Dec 28, 2006 9:49:54 am PST #8430 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
Moscow was so refreshing on this stuff - people move, and they move fast, and if you're in the way, they brush right on past. Not rudely, just brusquely, and no one feels the need to apologize because, hey, you're in the way, you're the one at fault. Love.
(My friend and I, good Canadians, asked my brother and his GF how to say "excuse me" in Russian - they looked at each other kind of baffled, and never did manage to come up with anything. Heh.)
Sue - Dec 28, 2006 9:52:16 am PST #8431 of 10007
hip deep in pie
I've never had a bad time going out on NYE. I've had a couple of crappy ones where I had no plans or was sick, but as long as I've had a few friends around, I'm good. I've never gone for big fancy plans expecting a magical evening, just good times.
beekaytee - Dec 28, 2006 9:56:20 am PST #8432 of 10007
Compassionately intolerant
I do a rabid, year end clean (working on it today AIFG!) and spend NYE burning remnants of the previous year. Some of it negative, some positive...all of it about letting go of the old and making room for the new.
That and board games makes for a happy new year for me. Also, hitting the streets of the 'hood on NYday. Everyone is always either super cheerful, or super quiet...in the hangovery way.
Topic!Cindy - Dec 28, 2006 10:20:17 am PST #8433 of 10007
What is even happening?
Heh. Stop riding the train then. Chances are you are grabbing onto something much more sinister than popsicle sticky.
This is what I was thinking. In fact, from now on, if/when I touch something stickyucky on the train, I'ma tell myself it's just popsicle droppings.
Not that I touch anything, unless touching it is going to save my life, because humans are dirty, yo.
beekaytee - Dec 28, 2006 10:22:30 am PST #8434 of 10007
Compassionately intolerant
The woman who took my place at the law office has a purel bottle on her keychain. Seriously, it hangs there all handy and such. I need to find out where she got it.
DavidS - Dec 28, 2006 10:22:33 am PST #8435 of 10007
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Not that I touch anything, unless touching it is going to save my life, because humans are dirty, yo.
You don't hold onto the bar in a Muni train you're going to be on your ass the first time they slam on the brakes. It's not so optional with the public transit in SF.
insent, Cindy btw
(Huh, which inevitably earworms me with "Cindy Incidentally" by The Faces.)
Trudy Booth - Dec 28, 2006 10:25:19 am PST #8436 of 10007
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
I wash my hands as soon as I get to work and as soon as I get home. It just seems wise.
juliana - Dec 28, 2006 10:29:49 am PST #8437 of 10007
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
You don't hold onto the bar in a Muni train you're going to be on your ass the first time they slam on the brakes. It's not so optional with the public transit in SF.
Unless, of course, you're packed in like sardines on the 30 Stockton. Then it's more like a mosh pit on wheels, and you can get your revenge on the poky-elbow little old ladies by stumbling in to them.
Not that I've ever done that, but I fantasize.