I just made a potato- cheese soup for dinner. I'll put together a salad to go with it. I wonder when DH will be home for dinner?
This must be what going mad feels like.
Simon ,'Jaynestown'
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.
beth b - Sep 14, 2007 3:35:45 pm PDT #685 of 10001
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
§ ita § - Sep 14, 2007 3:36:11 pm PDT #686 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
So an Otaku--kinda like an anorak, then?
msbelle - Sep 14, 2007 3:39:02 pm PDT #687 of 10001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
I haven't been able to get my iChat to connect in 2 days. any ideas?
Lee - Sep 14, 2007 3:39:30 pm PDT #688 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
2. I am flying there TOMORROW. For your birthday.
You are, aren't you?
Wheee.
Dana - Sep 14, 2007 3:44:20 pm PDT #689 of 10001
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.
A state appeals court on Friday threw out the only remaining conviction against one of the black teenagers accused in the beating of a white schoolmate in the racially tense north Louisiana town of Jena.
It's something, at least.
Steph L. - Sep 14, 2007 3:55:31 pm PDT #690 of 10001
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
This past year I kissed girls, which is kind of a big deal for me, but not as big had it led to anything more.
Kissing can -- nay, SHOULD -- be an end unto itself.
So an Otaku--kinda like an anorak, then?
You have NO idea how happy this question makes me. Chatty!co-worker and I, when we're being uber-geeky, mock ourselves by saying things like, "My anorak is so big, I can't put my arms down!" and so forth.
DavidS - Sep 14, 2007 3:56:42 pm PDT #691 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Aww, Tep, I was just watching this and thinking of you.
billytea - Sep 14, 2007 4:08:38 pm PDT #692 of 10001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
So. What have you done in the last year while Matilda went from born to one?
Well, there was that whole engagement and marriage in a totally foreign country thing. Bought some land. Oh, and I've lost about 13 kilos so far. Bloody sniffer dogs.
If the food is acidic (tomatoes are particularly bad), leaving food in cast iron causes big reactions with the acid in the food -- rust on your dinner and all the seasoning gone from your cast iron!
This may well be why the English and Americans believed tomatoes to be poisonous while they were being in with relish (or even in relish) in Southern Europe. England and America at the time favoured pewter plates, with which tomatoes would react, while in Italy or Spain they commonly used ceramic, IIRC.
We are very emotional creatures. Take away our feelings and we don't turn into Spock. Instead, we become pathologically indecisive and amoral. You can't separate cognition from emotion.
Isn't it cool? I love this. Therefore I am.
I want a robot maid! Where's my Rosie, I ask you??
IN Japan, assisting the elderly: [link]
sarameg - Sep 14, 2007 4:10:13 pm PDT #693 of 10001
Still no hot water. I got all hopeful when a van pulled up out front, but it's someone moving in.
Poor bastards.
§ ita § - Sep 14, 2007 4:12:51 pm PDT #694 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
My dinner was the leftover chicken lasagne from lunch, cold, ginger ale, and then I'll have my nightly fig & peanut butter on English muffin with a rooibos tea later tonight.
It's pretty evident that I can never be allowed custody of another human being. But my phone sure is nifty.