Mal: Go on. Get in there. Give your brother a thrashing for messing up your plan. River: He takes so much looking after.

'Objects In Space'


Natter 56: ...we need the writers.  

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.


megan walker - Dec 31, 2007 1:47:45 pm PST #90 of 10001
"What kind of magical sunshine and lollipop world do you live in? Because you need to be medicated."-SFist

For example, I am #70.

Welcome EC (echloe sounds too much like e coli for my taste)!


elizabethchloe - Dec 31, 2007 1:51:42 pm PST #91 of 10001

wow...you're old (I mean that only in web-time and not in people time at all)

I agree w/ the E. Coli thing

although living in a petri dish would certainly cut down on rent


Beverly - Dec 31, 2007 1:55:38 pm PST #92 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

I am pronouncing it "echo" in my head. Now with added l. Ecklow. Or, you know, not. A petri dish would be drafty. And not much good at keeping out falling weather.


Ginger - Dec 31, 2007 1:58:13 pm PST #93 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

Allyson is always extra special entertaining.

Tammy Faye's makeup had to be the result of years of layers of makeup. There's probably mascara on the lower levels that can be dated to the '70s.

I think it I think of EC as the publishers of Creepy and Eerie. It is possible that I do not have a common world view.

eta:

wow...you're old

She's my age. How can that be old?


tommyrot - Dec 31, 2007 2:00:27 pm PST #94 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.

Bah. I wiped out on the snow, despite trying not to. I guess wearing shoes with slick soles on fresh snow is a bad idea.

My knee only hurts when I bend it. And both my thumbs hurt. Otherwise I'm OK.

Nap now.


Ginger - Dec 31, 2007 2:01:51 pm PST #95 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

Tommy, you really need to break out the bubble wrap in the winter. I hope it's better tomorrow. Rest! Ice! et al.


sarameg - Dec 31, 2007 2:02:09 pm PST #96 of 10001

OK, so why would my fridge start dripping inside the fridge compartment? It's coming from the thingie that I guess is an opening between the freezer and fridge at the top of the latter. This only started in the past couple months- coinciding with me having more crap in the freezer. I've got it so a bowl catches it, otherwise the bottom shelf and drawers get all soaked.


Laura - Dec 31, 2007 2:06:13 pm PST #97 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.

Ouch! Be careful tommy.

I'm trying to talk my family into making a plan for tonight. They are resisting. We are not an organized bunch.


elizabethchloe - Dec 31, 2007 2:06:49 pm PST #98 of 10001

Ginger: I ment user number old and since she is member 70 and you are member 601, then that makes you much younger.


megan walker - Dec 31, 2007 2:11:45 pm PST #99 of 10001
"What kind of magical sunshine and lollipop world do you live in? Because you need to be medicated."-SFist

OK, so why would my fridge start dripping inside the fridge compartment? It's coming from the thingie that I guess is an opening between the freezer and fridge at the top of the latter. This only started in the past couple months- coinciding with me having more crap in the freezer. I've got it so a bowl catches it, otherwise the bottom shelf and drawers get all soaked.

This was the case when I moved in here, except it had been going on so long that mold had been collecting under the fridge drawers. Sometimes my housemate is such a guy.

It turned out to be a simple repair. I'm in no way mechanical, but my understanding is that the line/tube/space running from the freezer condenser to the evaporator tray was clogged, so the water was backing up into the fridge.

Seekrit message to Ginger: We'll have to admit it one of these days.