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Natter Area 51: The Truthiness Is in Here  

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.


-t - Apr 10, 2007 8:45:16 pm PDT #1835 of 10001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration

I feel like if I could fiddle with it I could figure it out, but I can't visualize it well enough to fiddle remotely. Sorry.

Lee, I can't believe you want to let the air get away! I am also imagining the thump thump thump of a crazed cat inside a closet, and that would not be soothing. But you know Perkins best.


Lee - Apr 10, 2007 8:46:13 pm PDT #1836 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Feh.


Daisy Jane - Apr 10, 2007 8:53:45 pm PDT #1837 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

I feel like if I could fiddle with it I could figure it out, but I can't visualize it well enough to fiddle remotely. Sorry.

Eh. It's an asshole piece of machinary, but once I tame it, look out. I will master the ruffle foot and the embroidery function. Yes. I shall have gimped button holes. Just you wait.


Cass - Apr 10, 2007 9:05:32 pm PDT #1838 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

Can you lock the air in the closet instead?

And I way overpeppered my bread cubes for Cass' panzanella caprese for tonight. I am having a seasoning issue day.
Oh! I had totally forgotten about that dish. I am going to make it tomorrow! YAY! (It tends to work well for me well-peppered, too.)


aurelia - Apr 10, 2007 9:21:11 pm PDT #1839 of 10001
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.

Oh, if the handwheel has an inner knob/wheel that twists within the outer wheel (not turning anything like a belt, just loosening and tightening sort of on its own), that could be it. I've sewn on some machine or other that did that.

I remember a machine on which the inner part of the handwheel was a large rocker switch.

Go, Perkins! Get that air!


Cass - Apr 10, 2007 11:57:48 pm PDT #1840 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

I can hear "Sounds of Silence" blaring through the walls. At 2 a.m.

Neighbors have discovered irony.


Jessica - Apr 11, 2007 4:38:50 am PDT #1841 of 10001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset

Any soft surface (like cloth) not specifically labeled hypoallergenic will house dust mites. Skin houses dust mites. They're everywhere.

On the plus side, my OB gave me the okay to start taking Claratin-D again, so I'll be seeing relief in my future soon. Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay drugs!


§ ita § - Apr 11, 2007 4:53:21 am PDT #1842 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Thanks, Jessica.

I'm sad, but there's no way I can de-dust as many cushions as I own on a usefully regular basis. So the cull must happen. And soon. Very sad.

If you're not going the cushion route, Kat, they're open for possession by someone else. Or I toss them.

Jessica, do non-air-permeable cushions pose less off a problem? I mean, the mites live in the stuffing as well as the covering, don't they? Not that I'm about to go whole hog on leather cushions or anything--but I'm wondering if they'd be less bad.


Theodosia - Apr 11, 2007 4:56:52 am PDT #1843 of 10001
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"

:: reminds self to vacuum sofa & chairs in living room, stat ::


shrift - Apr 11, 2007 5:05:04 am PDT #1844 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty

The wind was blowing so hard this morning that it actually turned my umbrella inside out while it was still closed.

My feet are still wet, I am cranky, and the stupid freaking snowpocalypse vexes me.