Ugh! Woke up achey and hurty (mostly my hands and arms) so I decided I might as well get up. The cats are all confused, and then there's the DST thing to make it even more so.
However, I'll still be happy when the sun sets at 6:44 PM tonight.
Young Simon: So... how'd the Independents cut us off? Young River: They were using dinosaurs.
'Safe'
Natter 57 Varieties
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.
Theodosia - Mar 09, 2008 1:59:29 am PST #3822 of 10001
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
Jessica - Mar 09, 2008 4:35:21 am PDT #3823 of 10001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
A co-worker of mine mentioned an article she read recently about how DST costs us millions of dollars in lost productivity every year, farmers HATE it, and the whole thing is actually all the fault of the golf lobby. (Er, and not the GILF lobby as I originally typed.)
No idea if it's true (as I can't remember where she said she read it - could have been WSJ, could have been USWeekly), but good lord do I hate springing forward.
Dylan is a full-on sicky-boo this morning. Hopefully he'll be able to sleep in his stroller while DH and I scope out places for his 30th birthday party. (DH's. Not Dylan's.)
tommyrot - Mar 09, 2008 5:01:57 am PDT #3824 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.
the whole thing is actually all the fault of the golf lobby
Or the military/industrial/golf complex.
Ginger - Mar 09, 2008 6:11:58 am PDT #3825 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
I love DST. I love having daylight when I am actually awake, which I never really am on the sunrise side. It does not, however, save energy, unless you are doing your work outside on a laptop charged with solar cells.
There's a lovely op-ed paean to Gary Gygax and geekdom in the NY Times: [link]
DavidS - Mar 09, 2008 6:13:46 am PDT #3826 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
I'm with Ginger; I love Daylight Savings Time. It's how I get over my winter blahs.
-t - Mar 09, 2008 6:25:11 am PDT #3827 of 10001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
OK, poll: how far back can you bend your fingers.
About 90 degrees. Oddly, I put a little effort into maintaining this flexibility. More than the rest of my joints, anyway.
I will reserve judgement in DST this year until I am waking up tomorrow morning.
Steph L. - Mar 09, 2008 6:31:11 am PDT #3828 of 10001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
I am ALL ABOUT Daylight Savings Time. We get more sunlight at the end of the day!
Although I fully admit that getting up for work tomorrow is going to SUCK even more than usual.
sumi - Mar 09, 2008 6:41:47 am PDT #3829 of 10001
Art Crawl!!!
Anyone know when Dawn is tomorrow?
I hate waking up in the dark.
I'm so happy that the Scientist beat the Mad Dairy Guy. Although it was close. But I feel my braving the icy sidewalks was worth it.
Frankenbuddha - Mar 09, 2008 6:43:51 am PDT #3830 of 10001
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
The DST change went suprisingly easy, and the rain was nowhere as Biblical as expected yesterday (apart from the mud bath I accidentally gave one of my Chuck Taylors), but can I just say I am sick, Sick, SICK of gale force winds! We seem to have this more and more often in NE and it's turning an absolutely lovely day into The Marcel Marceau Experience to get anywhere on foot. Double demerits for the wind not picking a fucking direction and sticking with it.
Tom Scola - Mar 09, 2008 6:43:54 am PDT #3831 of 10001
Remember that the frontier of the Rebellion is everywhere. And even the smallest act of insurrection pushes our lines forward.