Oh! I know this one! 'Slaying entails certain sacrifices, blah blah blahbity blah, I'm so stuffy, gimme a scone.'

Buffy ,'Help'


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.


sarameg - Dec 05, 2007 10:09:23 am PST #5780 of 10001

My parents house always feels chilly to me. And they do keep it cooler than mine,but it's also a helluva lot more space to heat.


shrift - Dec 05, 2007 10:11:57 am PST #5781 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty

It's all about reaching an acceptable compromise without making one person freeze and the other roast alive!

My general rule is that if my (or someone else's) toes are freezing in my slippers and my nose is running and I don't have a head cold, time to turn up the heat.


Cashmere - Dec 05, 2007 10:12:30 am PST #5782 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.

I had to go off on a college housemate once. We rented a house with a dodgy furnace which was expensive to heat. I came home from class in October to find her in SHORTS, with the thermostat set at 80 degrees. It was 65 degrees outside.

Her parents were paying her share of the utility bills. I was responsible for my own living expenses so I told her to put on some pants and keep her hands off the thermostat.


Emily - Dec 05, 2007 10:13:49 am PST #5783 of 10001
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola

Yeah, once you've reached the point where you're changing clothes to accommodate the heat, you've overdosed on thermostat power and need to seek help.


Dana - Dec 05, 2007 10:13:59 am PST #5784 of 10001
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.

My feet are always cold.


Vortex - Dec 05, 2007 10:14:03 am PST #5785 of 10001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman

I keep mine at 68 or so. I also keep a flannel shirt in the living room, so if it starts to feel cold, i just throw it over whatever I'm wearing. I try to remember to turn it down a little at night, but it's hard.


tommyrot - Dec 05, 2007 10:17:23 am PST #5786 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.

Unrelatedly, my shoes have holes by the toes. I currently have a space heater by my desk, with my socks draped over it so they can dry.

This is perhaps not an ideal situation, huh?


Nutty - Dec 05, 2007 10:18:06 am PST #5787 of 10001
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."

I feel like I spent my entire childhood being Too Cold -- and no, an extra sweater does not make up for it. Mittens, long underwear, and a ski mask might, but at that point just go ahead and buy a log cabin and teach your kids to shoot the G-men who try to invade your sovereign territory.

Emily is me.

I am totally delusional about the cold, so I bought myself a high-tech thermometer to be able to know exactly the room temp and the temp outside (whatever the thermostat says and my body is telling me). It turns out that I can live with 65-66 most of the time (down into the 50s at night), especially because the baseboard is right in front of my toes when I am sitting at the computer.

I almost never get too hot in winter, no matter how high the thermostat is set. I'm almost always the coldest person in the room, which of itself is a reason to take up knitting.


Kat - Dec 05, 2007 10:21:17 am PST #5788 of 10001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo

one sock monkey one-piece for the boy

Noah has one of those! Well two of them. He has the onesie that is cream with a sock monkey print and he has the brown fleece one piece. SO CUTE.

And he has the blanket too.

Temp? In our house, I keep the daytime temp at 69-70 and we turn the heat off at night and it goes down to 60. But we only have a heater in the living room. Everything else is on space heaters. Stupid crappy floor heating system.


Vortex - Dec 05, 2007 10:22:18 am PST #5789 of 10001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman

My BFF's dad was always crazy about the temperature. He wouldn't let them turn on the AC, but they would just turn it on when he left for work. Of course, they had to turn it off by 3 or so so that the house would be hot again by the time he got home.