I didn't know what "littoral" was until I read the article, but I knew what hyper-cavitating torpedoes were.
'Shells'
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.
Roadrunner keeps crapping out on me! Last night it told me it couldn't find google, now it's being pissy about IMDB.com. The weird thing is that it's taking me to a roadrunner page to tell me about it.
God, I just wanted to read Loni Anderson's bio. I guess I'll see if wikipedia exists tonight.
Meara, your cabinets sound very HG Wells right now.
ita! I totally got excited when I was 11 and someone gave me Elizabeth Gaskell's book for my birthday. 'cause, you know, it's my last name and all. So I totally thought it was about me.
I didn't get too excited when I visited Cranford, NJ, though. Imagine that. Cranford, England is a bit more exciting, but not much.
Now I want hummus.
Funky16 Corners is a blog/podcast of classic and rare soul 45s. Good stuff! Put some Soulville into your workday.
Fabulous!
What comes after bitter?
Curmudgeon?
Wow.
I totally just got conned. By a woman who first said she was a neighbor who'd been locked out and needed cash to pay the locksmith -- which I bought at first because I've been there. But then she came back with a series of increasingly unlikely "okay, here's the TRUTH" stories to get more dough out of me.
And I totally believe that she's in a bad place, but dude. The fact that I bought the first story does not mean I will buy ANY story. Because each new iteration is just establishing that you are a lying liar who lies.
I suppose I should call the cops, but given how this development is laid out, she'd be in the wind before they got anywhere close. And I seriously need to sleep. Full psycho-con-artist saga later.
Ugh, Strega!
Go, bon bon! I keep meaning to go to that.
Yikes, Sophia, good luck.
You know something? Cats can be real fuckers. Lucy caught a cat crossing the yard a little while ago. (Caught as in "Ah ha! A cat! I think I shall go crazy and bark at her," not actually caught.) So I have to go outside and calm her down and drag her away from the stairs and the cat is frozen in place...until I do get the dog off the ledge at which point the cat decides "you know what? I think I will lie down and relax right here where I can keep that dog in a state of maximum frenzy." Finally the dog had to come inside altogether. Smoooth, Mr. Kitteh. Very smooth.
Curmudgeon?
Good choice. Either wizened or serene are possible.
Yay bon bon!
Boo psycho-con-artists!
Ugh, Sophia. Much better day job ~ma.
I'd hope zen comes after bitter, ita. But I don't know that it's true. I think maybe resigned.
Psycho-con-artists are no good. I got conned when I was in the Bay Area but good and the woman kept coming back. It scared the beejesus out of me and I just let the dog bark like crazy when she came to the door and hid in my apartment.