Someone should really write some Sopwith-Camel-Pilot!Snoopy/Rocky J. Squirrel WW-I crossover fic....
Riley: No pulse. Anya: Yup. The space lamb got 'im.
'Never Leave Me'
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.
tommyrot - Dec 10, 2007 8:02:35 am PST #6464 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.
bon bon - Dec 10, 2007 8:04:16 am PST #6465 of 10001
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
Slow natter day! Also, I've decided not to work today. So, I'll make my contribution with a story from last week. I went to the Bar Room at the Modern, which is a Danny Meyer place. I had drinks at the bar with a friend. I asked the bartender for a vodka gimlet-- "Rose's or lime juice?" "Rose's, of course!" To which he agreed, "of course, that's the only way!" At the end of the night he comped two of our drinks, which was very generous. So, that's what you get when you order a gimlet the right way, IJS.
Daisy Jane - Dec 10, 2007 8:08:24 am PST #6466 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Good lord I hate everyone today. (Excluding all buffistas and friends and family-everyone else can just fuck right the hell off).
Dana - Dec 10, 2007 8:12:11 am PST #6467 of 10001
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.
God, Daisy, me too.
SuziQ - Dec 10, 2007 8:13:46 am PST #6468 of 10001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
I'm sorry so many buffistas are having true-Mondays.
Me, I'm still floating in my bubble from my relaxing weekend. This is quite unusual for me. Normally I walk in my house after some relaxing experience and get hit with LIFE and STRESS and all that. This time, my family left me alone. And so far, work is being reasonable.
I must have stolen all the good Monday stuff.
Not gonna apologize for that.
Burrell - Dec 10, 2007 8:13:58 am PST #6469 of 10001
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!
Okay, I need to get started on grading since this is my big grading day.
Phooey. But at least I was able to catch up on Natter.
ita, I say sleep. Also, let me know if you need any errands later.
§ ita § - Dec 10, 2007 8:14:17 am PST #6470 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Thanks for reminding me, bon. I'd totally meant to stop drinking. I just keep forgetting.
Found out that the big stuff that was supposed to be happening workwise at the end of this week is delayed. Which is good, and means the potential impact of my absence last week is drastically lessened.
Shame that I found out about it not from my as-yet-unread email (like I should've) but because I went in to have a word with the boss. Way to go to look like an eager employee.
§ ita § - Dec 10, 2007 8:15:12 am PST #6471 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
shrift - Dec 10, 2007 8:30:38 am PST #6472 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
I stayed up way too late last night for no real reason, and so it's completely my fault that I am too cranky to live. It's just -- woke up late, sidewalk made of ice, some dude sat next to me on the bus and made me sit funny all the way to work to accommodate his dumbass broad shoulders, people keep getting in my way and stopping in the middle of the sidewalk, and if ONE MORE DUDE hocks a loogie while I'm walking past him, I will TAKE HIS FACE OFF WITH A STEAK KNIFE.
Daisy Jane - Dec 10, 2007 8:35:12 am PST #6473 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
God, Daisy, me too.
Why do people have to suck so very much?
if ONE MORE DUDE hocks a loogie while I'm walking past him, I will TAKE HIS FACE OFF WITH A STEAK KNIFE.
One of my best friends has some sort of sinus issues and she does this all the freaking time. I understand there are medical issues, but it doesn't stop me from walking in front of her like I don't know her.