Isn't it way easier to find an apartment than a garage?
Probably true in SF as well, although, of course, the garage would have way more room.
Mal: Can I come in? Inara: No. Mal: See? That's why I usually don't ask.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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.
megan walker - May 11, 2007 8:53:30 am PDT #6772 of 10001
"What kind of magical sunshine and lollipop world do you live in? Because you need to be medicated."-SFist
aurelia - May 11, 2007 8:57:27 am PDT #6773 of 10001
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
If you do go, give me a call. I'll be down there somewhere.
There's a secret rooftop party, too. [link]
an inch shy of 19 feet long....
Seriously? Dude, that's a bus.
tommyrot - May 11, 2007 9:01:38 am PDT #6774 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.
Seriously? Dude, that's a bus.
Yep. There were a few cars in the '70s that were a few inches longer, but my car is the largest mass-produced convertible evah!
And it gets about the same gas mileage as a big SUV.
aurelia - May 11, 2007 9:01:44 am PDT #6775 of 10001
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
tommyrot, I used to have a self-storage unit that would've been perfect for you. It was an old Studebaker factory (the freight elevators were huge). Of course that was in Detroit...
§ ita § - May 11, 2007 9:45:07 am PDT #6776 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I've been made. The woman in the caf downstairs rang up my order without checking to see what the guy was getting for me. "I'm predictable, huh?" "That's a good thing. Means you are part of my family."
Great. Now I can never make her mad.
The elevator told me that the breakup (divorce and separation) rate in the US is now 40 to 45%. Does anyone know how those numbers are calculated?
It also told me that there's an emergency $50M plan to start fixing Griffith Park. Now I need to go look up the Catalina fire. I mean, after I get back to work, naturally.
Daisy Jane - May 11, 2007 9:47:48 am PDT #6777 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Grr. Coworkers have been at lunch for nearly 2 hours now, and while I know it's technically ok for us to take long lunches on Friday as long as we're back by staff meeting time, one of them was bringing me lunch which I'll now have ot eat during the meeting. Grr.
ETA: Ok. Now I'm pissed because they just called and said the Wendy's just disappeared overnight. Not their exact words but, seriously dude, it's on the same street where you ate. I'd have happily gone to get my own lunch, but you said you'd pick me up Wendy's so I would finish up stuff for your class tomorrow. Now it's either take whatever you decide to bring me or don't get lunch until I get off at 4.
Jackasses!
tommyrot - May 11, 2007 9:47:52 am PDT #6778 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.
It was an old Studebaker factory
Were there bears?
DavidS - May 11, 2007 9:48:43 am PDT #6779 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Were there bears?
Wocka wocka.
shrift - May 11, 2007 9:51:03 am PDT #6780 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
The elevator told me that the breakup (divorce and separation) rate in the US is now 40 to 45%.
At lunch, the elevator told me it was 67F outside. Elevators are nothing but lies, damn lies, and statistics.
§ ita § - May 11, 2007 9:51:56 am PDT #6781 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
At lunch, the elevator told me it was 67F outside.
It is 67F outside. Did it specify exactly where?