Gudanov on pets and snow:
I remember the first time my former dog Gudanov (yeah, yeah, we named the *dog* Gudanov) took a walk with snow involved. He got about two feet off the porch and then just stood there, holding up a single paw. He stood there for a bit alternating the paw being held up and then just laid down in the snow apparently resigned to death. I think I had to carry him over to a pine tree (he loved to pee on pine trees, it was a thing) and then carry him back inside.
Theodosia in Natter:
I'm starting Operation Defrost down in the kitchen. Surely I
can't be expected to go into work while my pipes are frozen, right?
Right?
<me to Boss: "But the lurkers supported me in email!">
sumi
Hmmm, I can see that my lollygagging around the BBB issue is screwing me over in the expectations department -- every new blanket that comes in resets the standards higher.
Deena:
Oh sumi, if you only saw it up close, you wouldn't say that. There's definitely a lot more love than skill in that blanket.
billytea:
I believe this would be what you call a blanket judgment.
Matt the Bruins Fan in Angel (spoilery):
I think they had to stop and catch their breath after "Destiny." Which used up so much Hoyay!, the Fab 5 from Queer Eye for the Straight Guy were probably wondering where the sudden urge to go fishing and chew tobacco came from.
Emily: It's always such a tricky situation, etiquette-wise, to take legal action against the people who will be going into your mouth with instruments of torture again.
Aimee: Nah - people get divorced and remarried all the time.
Natter
Emily:
Announcement: I have made a pretty thing.
No, even better. I have made a neural net which started with randomness and evolved into a pretty thing.
Okay, you may return to whatever you were doing. Thank you.
tommyrot:
Today - a neural net. Tomorrow - a self-aware network of computers that enslaves humanity.
Emily:
How did you... oh, right. Silly, silly paranoia. Never happen. It's just superstition. No, I've never met MiracleMan in my life. Look! Turtles!
erikaj:
I just elevate the tone wherever I go. It's a gift. Me, Grace Kelly, Jacqueline Onassis.
And from the Humorous Juxtapositions Department:
Gus:
These Republicans are starting to get my Irish up. They don't know who they're messing with, either. I can still kick Stephen Hawking's axle, any day of the week. Get one of them to stand real still and lean forward a little bit and I'll come close to bitch-slapping them into next Wednesday, in at least two attempts out every five.
ita:
I think I've picked a physical therapist.
As dog is my witness, I think I may just have hurt my back laughing.
I am laughing so hard I am scaring the cats.