'Unleashed'
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.
A lacrosse stick? The dog? The baby? A bird covered in chimney goo? Good lord, this sounds like something that ought to be filmed and shown on YouTube, really...
Oh, broken plumbing sounds like awfulness. So sorry, Burrell. Eep!
I am in a better mood than I was earlier. Which is good. Cause I was in a very very bad mood, earlier. Now I just want my downstairs neighbors to quit smoking pot. And I want tomorrow to not be Monday.
Aww. We had no plumbing for eight days when I lived at USC. We were begging friends who lived in the dorms, rather than the university apartments that we lived in, if we could come over and use their shower. Which is an awkward request, but there you go. Gross things were coming UP into our tubs. It was completely nasty. So, sadly, I can completely sympathize, Burrell. Though I wish for your sake I didn't have to.
IOPlumbingN I just left the plumber in our place to install the NEW TOILET! I am too excited. Flushing via pouring a bucket of water into the bowl for a week was old. I was able to use grey water for a lot of the flushing and educate mac a wee about water conservation. But still, ready for a working toilet.
Having a working toilet is a Good Thing.
I'm gonna take the surprising position and agree with Tom.
Yay Toilet!
It's a long weekend here, so, of course, there is torrential rains.
One of my cousins (I think it's a cousin--his name is John and we have the same last name) is also in town, so I guess he is coming over for lunch. (I am at my parent's.)
All hail Thomas Crapper!
Despite the urban legend, Crapper did not invent the flush toilet (the myth assisted by his surname).
Darn.
However, Crapper did much to increase its popularity and came up with some related inventions.
One of my cousins (I think it's a cousin--his name is John and we have the same last name)
If he is some sort of relative in a way that's difficult to explain which sometimes may even require drawing diagrams, then I'd say he's a cousin. At least, that's what I actually say in such descriptions instead of delving into way-too-similar-to-knitting-instructions explanations.
I did get to scare my parents a bit with the following "well I was looking at the composting toilets..." They have little to no ability to know where my wacky and joking dividing line is. I mean, sure a composting toilet if I had a yard, but not in NYC.
Awesome and surreal purses: [link]