My elevator doesn't talk to me.
I feel deprived.
I'm just trying to tell you that we have nothing in common besides both of us liking your penis.
Anya ,'Dirty Girls'
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.
Lee - May 11, 2007 10:02:09 am PDT #6785 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Ailleann - May 11, 2007 10:03:24 am PDT #6786 of 10001
vanguard of the socialist Hollywood liberal homosexualist agenda
My elevator doesn't talk to me.
We don't even have an elevator! (OK, one-story building, but still!)
§ ita § - May 11, 2007 10:03:34 am PDT #6787 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Thanks for the link, connie.
America's divorce rate began climbing in the late 1960s and skyrocketed during the '70s and early '80s, as virtually every state adopted no-fault divorce laws. The rate peaked at 5.3 divorces per 1,000 people in 1981.
5.3 divorces per 1000 people? Married or unmarried? Statistics make my head hurt.
At least it appears the experts are confused too. Or at least all over the place in interpretation.
Connie Neil - May 11, 2007 10:04:48 am PDT #6788 of 10001
brillig
At least it appears the experts are confused too
I liked the divorce attorney saying he wasn't worried about his job.
§ ita § - May 11, 2007 10:06:39 am PDT #6789 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I liked the divorce attorney saying he wasn't worried about his job.
Maybe he's putting up beef/cheesecake "Life is short, divorce now" billboards like those chicks in Chicago.
tommyrot - May 11, 2007 10:09:47 am PDT #6790 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.
The elevators in my building are the old-fashioned kind with the metal gate on the inside that you have to slide open and closed. They don't talk. But it'd be good if they did...
Dude. Close my gate when you leave. You want someone else on a different floor to be able to use me, right?
...and you'd better not steal my lightbulb!
§ ita § - May 11, 2007 10:24:16 am PDT #6791 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Mmmhmm. Speakerphone person started listening to her messages and then picked up the handset when it was (assuming here) her husband. So if you get that some messages aren't for everyone, can't you think about why any of your messages should be for anyone?
Lee - May 11, 2007 10:26:44 am PDT #6792 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Also, why do the three litigation paralegals find it necessary to congregrate outside of my office to discuss wedding plans and family gossip and unplanned pregnancy? They all have their own offices.
Sparky1 - May 11, 2007 10:30:58 am PDT #6793 of 10001
Librarian Warlord
Also, why do the three litigation paralegals find it necessary to congregrate outside of my office to discuss wedding plans and family gossip and unplanned pregnancy? They all have their own offices.
This is when you get up from your desk, join the group and start giving them unwanted advice. When they start to move away, follow them for a few steps -- they'll move away that much faster.
Jesse - May 11, 2007 10:31:17 am PDT #6794 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
So, I had what I thought of as a "mid-afternoon" meeting, it was nicely productive, got back to my desk to screw around for what's left of the day, and... I have to be here for two more hours?? WTF.