(Note to self: you suck at keeping plants alive. No chocolate tree for you!)
Mal: You are very much lacking in imagination. Zoe: I imagine that's so, sir.
'Out Of Gas'
Natter 53: We could just avoid making tortured puns
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.
Jessica - Sep 09, 2007 5:23:04 am PDT #9284 of 10001
If I want to become a cloud of bats, does each bat need a separate vaccination?
Theodosia - Sep 09, 2007 5:25:01 am PDT #9285 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"
Tom, I'd classify no-broken-picture-tube as a mitigated disaster -- it could have been a lot worse, including bleeding, et cetera.
Jesse - Sep 09, 2007 5:29:28 am PDT #9286 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Theo's got a point, Tom. Still, ugh!
Having a Tasty Kake for breakfast isn't a really bad thing, is it? Especially when you wake up feeling extra-special gronky...?
I had a slice of pizza, so I say go for it.
Kat - Sep 09, 2007 5:33:48 am PDT #9287 of 10001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
but they're kind of like the Bugaboo strollers of the doll world to me
How did you know that I am looking at Bugaboo strollers right now?
I'd love Pizza for breakfast. I think I'll I have chili over spaghetti instead. Or a leftover pork sandwich.
JenP - Sep 09, 2007 5:42:16 am PDT #9288 of 10001
Having a Tasty Kake for breakfast isn't a really bad thing, is it? Especially when you wake up feeling extra-special gronky...?
I had the slice of cheesecake I couldn't eat last night...
Strix - Sep 09, 2007 5:56:42 am PDT #9289 of 10001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
You know what? Watching "Dick in a Box" STILL makes me giggle uncontrollably. Hee!
Hee. Still giggling.
Sheryl - Sep 09, 2007 5:57:02 am PDT #9290 of 10001
Fandom means never having to say "But where would I wear that?"
Timelies all!
Hmmm, doing the pseudo-single thing these last few days has meant getting a lot of uninterrupted sleep and eating stuff that isn't very good for me. Ah, well, back to normalcy soon.
Matt the Bruins fan - Sep 09, 2007 6:05:18 am PDT #9291 of 10001
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand
Tom, I'd classify no-broken-picture-tube as a mitigated disaster -- it could have been a lot worse, including bleeding, et cetera.
Particularly if it was a very old TV set, whose picture tubes tended to explode like bombs rather than just shattering. My dad used to be a TV repairman, and he has seen a TV set blow the corner off a house when it was struck by lightning. He also once began the digging of a well by shooting an old Zenith placed at the appropriate spot, and got a several foot head start.
Zenkitty - Sep 09, 2007 6:06:59 am PDT #9292 of 10001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
when I went freelance, I joined NASE and got health insurance through them. (The provider is MEGA Life & Health.) They sent someone to my house who sat down with me and walked me through all the different options I had (HMO, PPO, etc., plus dental and life insurance options) and what they would cost.
Funny - I used to sell health insurance for NASE. It's really good for self-employed people. Just be sure there are doctors and hospitals near you that accept MEGA. This was over ten years ago, so maybe there are more now that do.
He also once began the digging of a well by shooting an old Zenith placed at the appropriate spot, and got a several foot head start.
That's really cool.
JZ - Sep 09, 2007 6:20:51 am PDT #9293 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Weekend report so far:
Friday night: Babysat for a soon-to-be-divorced friend who was going out on her fourth ever post-separation date (opening night at the SF Opera, including red carpet walk, so my babysitting duties included lacing her into her Dark Garden brocade corset). Midway through the evening, her 9-year-old rested his head on my shoulder and said, "I like it when you're here."
Saturday morning: Dissected date (nice but no sparks) and got caught up on gossip (a mutual friend who's been coping with clinical depression, nursing school, and three children under 6 years of age, has suddenly decided to make her marriage poly, complete with LDR with some guy in Boston -- any one or two or even three of these might have been manageable, but all four together don't bode well; I was too afraid to ask if she's still bound and determined to homeschool all three kids).
Drove out to my dad's place in Oakland to housesit his cat; visited friends and their 6-week-old daughter, who feels like a compact little feather pillow compared to Matilda; did 80 billion loads of laundry; had dinner with friends and daughter; bounced and swayed and soothed said daughter out of colic and into a nice hypnotic state (their pediatrician had sternly told them, "Whatever you do, don't bounce her, it's a myth that bouncing colicky babies helps;" WTF, Doctor Asshat!); bundled Matilda back to dad's place.
Today: Awoken at 5:20 by wrong number witlessly screeching into my cellphone, "HEY SHELLEY! HEY DOLL! IT'S ME! SHELLEY? SHELLEY? OH, SORRY!"
I'm so very tempted to hold onto that number until the next time Matilda wakes fretfully at 3 a.m. and call her up for a few joyful minutes of Screaming Babe.
The news that "Dick in a Box" has won an Emmy is going a long, long way toward making the morning completely better, though.