Cheese. Discuss.
I've got a hankering for a hunk of cheese.
"AMO! AMAS! AMAT!"
"Fuck! He knows Latin!"
::loves Daisy Jane::
River: You're not right, Early. You're not righteous. You've got issues. Early: No. Oh, yes, I could have that. You might have me figured out, then. Good job. I'm not 100%.
'Objects In Space'
Natter 54: Right here, dammit.
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.
Steph L. - Oct 02, 2007 1:53:28 pm PDT #4520 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Daisy Jane - Oct 02, 2007 1:58:17 pm PDT #4521 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
I've got a hankering for a hunk of cheese.
A slice, a bite a chunk of?
Liese S. - Oct 02, 2007 2:00:57 pm PDT #4522 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Yeah, folding and putting away laundry is my least favorite task. Which sucks, because it takes, like, five minutes. But instead, I leave it and there are slovenly heaps of clothing all around my house all the time, and then my clothes are wrinkled (and I don't iron) and then I go out looking lousy and I come home disconsolate and in no mood to fold laundry. It's a laundry death spiral!
But I suspect that a big part of my problem is that I lack sufficient closet/dresser space. So folding and putting away clothes involves a lot of pushing and squishing and general grumpiness. So maybe I'll do better in the new house. (Ha! Although I have plans for one of those three linen bin sorter deals on wheels with the hanging bar. 'Cause I think that would help, with being able to sort the laundry and hang up the stuff needs hanging immediately, and all that.)
And okay, now I have to go do the laundry, since I've talked about it. And also I have to cook, which I enjoy doing, but makes dirty dishes, which I do not enjoy washing. Actually I don't mind doing the dishes. It's just that immediately after I do the dishes, I have to do them again. And again, and again. Every single day. It's relentless. It would be simpler if I stopped eating.
hippocampus - Oct 02, 2007 2:03:17 pm PDT #4523 of 10001
not your mom's socks.
heh.
Web Creators Call Internet Outdated
The internet appeared very upset upon hearing this news and responded as it often does to most criticisms:
STFU n00b
t /slashdot
sarameg - Oct 02, 2007 2:03:40 pm PDT #4524 of 10001
You know the day is too long when you find yourself laughing unto tears over all the engineers who CANNOT manage to get three people on the speakerphone at once. Kept hanging up on someone.
I feel like my face is frozen into a deer-in-the-headlights expression of late.
I hate computers. Most websites are coming in a close second. I fear I'm coping by mentally translating everything into lolcatz speech, which is just....bad. I'm going to out myself at some meeting.
Also, where does the phrase "came back WRONG" come from. Because it's startling people.
amych - Oct 02, 2007 2:05:12 pm PDT #4525 of 10001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
where does the phrase "came back WRONG" come from
Said of Buffy, post-resurrection, as diagnosed with pure handwavium.
Steph L. - Oct 02, 2007 2:06:37 pm PDT #4526 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
where does the phrase "came back WRONG" come from
Said of Buffy, post-resurrection, as diagnosed with pure handwavium.
I thought that diagnosis was made with whywasIabletopunchyou-ium.
Jesse - Oct 02, 2007 2:06:54 pm PDT #4527 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I feel like my face is frozen into a deer-in-the-headlights expression of late.
Apparently a coworker got called out for that by our CEO the other day. Dag.
amych - Oct 02, 2007 2:08:33 pm PDT #4528 of 10001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
whywasIabletopunchyou-ium.
It works if you think of a punch as waving the hand really hard. And stopping on someone else's face.
Lee - Oct 02, 2007 2:09:30 pm PDT #4529 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Handwavium for the handwavium!