Zoe: Next time we smuggle stock, let's make it something smaller. Wash: Yeah, we should start dealing in those black-market beagles.

'Safe'


Natter 55: It's the 55th Natter  

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. - Nov 30, 2007 6:52:26 am PST #4681 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism

My stepdad is 12 years younger than my Mom. I think if anyone called her a cougar, she'd just give them a Cordelia Chase look and ask "Jealous, much?"

Though it occasionally freaks me out to realize that my stepdad is only 8 years older than my boyfriend. Or that, when my stepdad started dating my mom, he was 5 years younger than I am right now.

Oooookay. Going to scrub my brain now, and then pack.


sarameg - Nov 30, 2007 6:52:47 am PST #4682 of 10001

I really do not like dealing with the crazy.

The neighbor that died? Younger than my parents. The older sister? My mom's age. But she really seems so much older and fragile. And she's a great-grandmother to an almost 18year old. Health problems, plus life, I guess. It's really shocking to realize.


Scrappy - Nov 30, 2007 6:58:44 am PST #4683 of 10001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

I just got back from dropping the niece at the Fly/Drive bus to the airport. We got up at 4:30 to leave the house by 5am--which we did. Then I got TOTALLY lost for an hour. In a deserted part of the valley with noone to ask where I was. I also made a dramatic drive across the median strip to avoid getting off at the wrong exit. I think the car actually cought a little air. I sure hope I didn't make her miss her flight, but I fear I did.

Then I got lost AGAIN coming back to work. Analysis-I left the house at 5am and got to work at 7:50am. Answer=I are lame.


sarameg - Nov 30, 2007 7:01:53 am PST #4684 of 10001

What an exciting send-off you gave her!


sumi - Nov 30, 2007 7:13:01 am PST #4685 of 10001
Art Crawl!!!

Warning. Lethally cute puppy.


Gudanov - Nov 30, 2007 7:13:16 am PST #4686 of 10001
Coding and Sleeping

Or that, when my stepdad started dating my mom, he was 5 years younger than I am right now

You are making me think of Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure.

Ted: Your step-mom is cute, though.
Bill: Shut up, Ted!
Ted: Remember when I asked her to the prom?
Bill: Shut up, Ted!


Liese S. - Nov 30, 2007 7:17:55 am PST #4687 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."

Liese, I LOVE the build pictures. I can't wait to come visit you.

Thanks! Can't wait until you do! You're welcome any time!


lisah - Nov 30, 2007 7:19:06 am PST #4688 of 10001
Punishingly Intricate

hilariously it appears that later today at my office we will be playing Guitar Hero. And some people seem to think that i will be some sort of expert at it because I'm in a band. Not only do I not play real guitar I am outrageously bad at GH. It should be fun though.


Jesse - Nov 30, 2007 7:22:38 am PST #4689 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Though it occasionally freaks me out to realize that my stepdad is only 8 years older than my boyfriend. Or that, when my stepdad started dating my mom, he was 5 years younger than I am right now.

I have a friend who's been in similar situations. Her mom's only like 20 years older than we are, and was in a long term relationship with a guy who is at least 10 years younger than she is!


Kathy A - Nov 30, 2007 7:32:57 am PST #4690 of 10001
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil

Beagles are sooo cute!!

I'm reading this really fascinating interview with Karen Abbott, the author of Sin in the Second City, which is mostly about the Everleigh Club, the most famous brothel in the world at the turn of the last century. A couple of interesting clients at the Club:

There were some other “unique” services. One of my favorites was an Everleigh Club client by the name of Uncle Ned. Once a year, around the holidays, Uncle Ned would pay enough money to rent out the entire club just for himself. He didn’t want wine, or gourmet food, or a bath, or even to climb the stairs. He requested two buckets of ice, into which he thrust his bare feet. He drank a tall glass of sarsaparilla, and then shouted, “It’s a wonderful day for an old-fashioned sleigh ride,” while the girls danced around him singing “Jingle Bells.”

Another odd bird was a guy nicknamed the “Gold Coin Kid.” He always brought a bag stuff with — you guessed it — gold coins, and requested a courtesan named Doll. She would recline on her bed and let him toss the coins between her legs. Every time he hit the bull’s-eye, he let Doll keep the gold.