I get confused. I remember everything. I remember too much, and... some of it's made up, and... some of it can't be quantified, and... there's secrets.

River ,'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.


brenda m - Dec 17, 2007 6:50:51 am PST #7750 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

One of my designers just came over to show me a package he's sending to India. One line of the address reads "Level Two, Tower One, Cybercity." It's all very William Gibson.


bon bon - Dec 17, 2007 6:55:38 am PST #7751 of 10001
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.

The whole internets is slow for me!


Frankenbuddha - Dec 17, 2007 6:57:44 am PST #7752 of 10001
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"

The whole internets is slow for me!

Guess those tubes are clogged.


bon bon - Dec 17, 2007 7:01:42 am PST #7753 of 10001
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.

It's more like inter-not!


Kat - Dec 17, 2007 7:06:03 am PST #7754 of 10001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo

AM. Tired. Send. Caffeine. And. Replacements.


§ ita § - Dec 17, 2007 7:11:26 am PST #7755 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Remembering to use the neti pot means I also remember to use the anti-allergen nasal sprays, so my nose should be in the best condition ever.

Still investigating.

Emailed in late to work this morning, although I have been working from here. Head just not forgiving me. Breakfast, one more nap, and then in.


tommyrot - Dec 17, 2007 7:11:28 am PST #7756 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.

Blender-shaped baby-bath

...this baby bath on sale at the John Lewis store in London's Oxford Street. It's basically a bucket (the instructions refer to it as "womb-shaped") that you wash your baby in. Seems reasonable, but once you use the enclosed stand, it begins to look a little bit too much like "baby in a blender" for my taste.


tommyrot - Dec 17, 2007 7:15:46 am PST #7757 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.

Um... huh?

Tin pregnancies of 18th cen. London

William Gibson's blogged this wonderfully weird passage from Ivan Bloch's 1903 "Sexual Life in England," about the sadly defunct practice of London ladies going about with fake pregnancy bumps made of tin strapped to their middles. The fashion ended because practical jokers made the "tin pinafores" the butt of their jokes, and was successfully transplanted to Dublin!

Further, in the course of the eighteenth century, the peculiar fashion of false stomachs, 'pads' or 'paddies', was revived. These were used for a time at the end 'fifties, and were seen again in the 'nineties. Archenholtz says: 'This was the most senseless invention, against all decency and delicacy, and disfiguring the female body; it caused a deformity which is only seen in the female sex during pregnancy. These decorations were called pads, and the smaller ones paddies; they were usually made of tin, and were therefore called "tin pinafores". These artificial stomachs were in great favour, particularly with unmarried women, which caused the wits to say that a revolution had taken place amongst the signs of the Zodiac, and the Twins had come too near Virgo. But above all, these pads were the butt of jokers, who used them unmercifully, and their use soon had to be discontinued. Such a fashion was in too bad taste to last long. It was in existence in London in February 1793, but by the end of the spring it was over in England and went to Dublin, where it was welcomed by the women. During the migration which took place as a result of the French war, it was taken to Germany by refugee English women, but was not copied there.'


msbelle - Dec 17, 2007 7:16:51 am PST #7758 of 10001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb

a co-worker's place burned Sat night. so supremely sucktastic. looks like some of her clothes are salvagable, but I think she lost all the Christmas presents she had bought and the whole kitchen.


Jesse - Dec 17, 2007 7:17:41 am PST #7759 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Poor coworker! What terrible timing for a suckass event.