Love isn't brains, children, it's blood, blood screaming inside you to work its will.

Spike ,'Sleeper'


Spike's Bitches 34: They're All Slime and Antlers  

[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.


Jessica - Jan 29, 2007 2:43:51 pm PST #3280 of 10001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset

in a work environment, I find it tiring

Elevator small talk is the worst. I mean, I get it - our building has really slow elevators. But after working here for almost 3 years, I am unbelievably tired of talking about it. It's just not that interesting.


tommyrot - Jan 29, 2007 2:44:52 pm PST #3281 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

our building has really slow elevators.

Like, how slow, exactly?


Jessica - Jan 29, 2007 2:46:10 pm PST #3282 of 10001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset

t thwap!


-t - Jan 29, 2007 2:57:10 pm PST #3283 of 10001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration

Elevators are not for talking in! Elevators are for staring at the numbers. Like Steven Wright's grandfather trained him.


DavidS - Jan 29, 2007 2:58:43 pm PST #3284 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

Elevators are not for talking in! Elevators are for staring at the numbers. Like Steven Wright's grandfather trained him.

My elevator provides me with news updates, random factoids and word-power vocabulary improvement.


NoiseDesign - Jan 29, 2007 3:00:33 pm PST #3285 of 10001
Our wings are not tired

Are they Otis elevators? A friend's father writes software for Otis Elevators.


JenP - Jan 29, 2007 3:03:32 pm PST #3286 of 10001

Hmmm. OK, then maybe small talk isn't my problem so much as the transitioning into actual topics and sustaining that kind of conversation when you don't really know someone (or an entire room full of someones). Eh. It depends on the person. I think that's the bottom line for me, and that's probably not unusual. Some people you click with, some not so much. Or, like Xander, I like the quiet.


askye - Jan 29, 2007 3:15:22 pm PST #3287 of 10001
Thrive to spite them

I have a tendency to strike up conversations with people in line and other times so I guess I like small talk. Although sometimes I realize I say the wrong thing, so I'm probably not *good* at small talk.

This afternoon I had a follow up appointment with the endocrinologist about my ultrasound and a monthly update since the last meeting.

The ultrasound was okay, no worry about bad cysts on my ovaries. My cholesteral levels were good, not great but not high.

I've only lost 4 lbs, which is frustrating, but I've been forgetting to take my morning dose of meds, so the doctor changed me to an extended release so I can take the same dose, but all at one time. I'm sure it's not available as generic so I'll stay with the generic for a bit before I switch over. I see her in 4 months. She said again she wants me walking 5 times a week.


Steph L. - Jan 29, 2007 3:19:45 pm PST #3288 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism

Tep, did you know that the NY Times has an online feature called "The Lede: Notes on the News"?

Whenever I see "lede" I think of you and your old-school journalism schooling.

Heh. The cool kids know that old school is the way to go.

In re: small talk -- I recognize its utility, and I recognize the situations in which it's appropriate/required, and I know how to do it.

I just loathe it because I don't, actually, give a good goddamn about someone's kid's school play.

Which is why, as I said earlier, I'm not an Aspie; I'm a dick. A curmudgeon, if you will. I know this, and I'm good with it. I'm quite happy in my curmudgeon-ness.


Ginger - Jan 29, 2007 3:23:38 pm PST #3289 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

Small talk is just social lubrication.

Or, in my case, social sandpaper.