40 minutes of playing with a stupid database then I am running away. Not checking in with the boy/boss, just running away.
Well, other bands know more than three chords. Your professional bands can play up to six, sometimes seven, completely different chords.
Oz ,'Storyteller'
Natter 58: Let's call Venezuela!
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.
Tamara - May 05, 2008 3:21:51 pm PDT #5017 of 10001
You know, we could experiment and cancel football.
Jesse - May 05, 2008 3:43:30 pm PDT #5018 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Oh you guys, I learned a good lesson from my grandmother today: Always count your silver after a party. After the big family shindig yesterday, she counted them up and was short two forks. We pulled out the trash, and sure enough, there they were! We were eating on paper plates, so people must have just chucked them in together. (Yes, we were using paper plates and the good silver. My grandmother maintains some standards, after all.)
meara - May 05, 2008 3:45:09 pm PDT #5019 of 10001
For a second I thought Jesse's story was going to turn into a family kleptomania story!
sarameg - May 05, 2008 3:53:04 pm PDT #5020 of 10001
My family has a lot of silverware from a restaurant my brother bussed for in high school. He didn't mean to steal it, he'd just put the stuff in his apron when cleaning tables (why, I don't know,) toss the apron in the back seat, where the silverware migrated to under the seat. We only discovered it after he'd quit and we were junking the car.
We also had the stuff he just plain took when he'd take meals home.
He wasn't a perfect angel.
Jesse - May 05, 2008 3:55:53 pm PDT #5021 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
For a second I thought Jesse's story was going to turn into a family kleptomania story!
Ha! No, just a going-through-the-trash story. My grandmother did make sure to mention that counting the silver is especially important when you have maids, but I'm still not clear if they're more likely to throw it out because they don't care about it, or if they will rob you.
billytea - May 05, 2008 3:56:21 pm PDT #5022 of 10001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Will this useless day never end?
I bring tidings from the future! The time will come when May 5 ends, and the reign of May 6 will usher in a Golden Age of Tuesday!
-t - May 05, 2008 3:59:04 pm PDT #5023 of 10001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
We have an heirloom silver butter knife that my great-great-grandfather swiped from a hotel. It's got a fancy D on it, the first letter of his last name and the name of the hotel.
Allyson - May 05, 2008 3:59:30 pm PDT #5024 of 10001
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica
HA!!!!
§ ita § - May 05, 2008 3:59:52 pm PDT #5025 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
He wasn't a perfect angel.
Not the same brother you've told us stories of before! He seemed so pure!
I got home. I guess that's good. I cannot die yet, because there is a krav instructor meeting this evening. To which, although I do not teach, I go. I am a crazy person.
Last night's Masterpiece was very good. Cranford. I love how in British pieces there always seems to be room for one more luminary. You'd think after Dame Judi and, say, Imelda Staunton you might be filling up. But no! There's room for a Glenister, and a Gambon, a Sawalha--even an Annis.
It made me very sad though. I think I was in vulnerable headspace.
Oh, look. IMDB seems to have video now. Which, of course, means it has ads.
Burrell - May 05, 2008 4:13:07 pm PDT #5026 of 10001
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!
I'm terrified of college. Hell, right now I'm terrified of kindergarten so I think I'll just avoid that cost calculator. sigh.
I worked my ass off today. Okay, I worked hard, but my ass is still there for good or ill. BUT the bummer? I'm still stressed out about work, kindergarten, birthday parties and house cleaning. Shouldn't a productive day put some of that neuroses in perspective?
Thank goodness for red wine.