I was good and had carrots instead of the leftover pizza in the fridge.
Well, not instead. Before.
Meanwhile, we left Houston just in time to miss a tropical storm. I'm not too sorry about that, but I am going to miss rain.
Giles: Helping out with the dishes makes me feel useful. Dawn: Wanna clean out the garage with us
Saturday? You could feel indispensable.
'Dirty Girls'
Natter 60: Gone In 60 Seconds
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.
Dana - Aug 05, 2008 9:16:32 am PDT #1337 of 10003
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.
Nilly - Aug 05, 2008 9:22:13 am PDT #1338 of 10003
Swouncing
people here are so unshy about having phone convos in public.
Many people who talk on their cell phones here behave as if nobody else can hear them but the person on the other side of the phone. It's almost like the "if I can't see them, then they can't see me" closing-eyes tactics, but in reverse, in a way.
I have no idea if it's an Israel thing or a cell phone thing or whatever.
Dana - Aug 05, 2008 9:33:17 am PDT #1339 of 10003
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.
I should mention that the pizza has a garlic white sauce, potato, cheese, red onion, basil, and truffle oil.
NOM NOM NOM.
Matt the Bruins fan - Aug 05, 2008 9:33:47 am PDT #1340 of 10003
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand
I think it's a cell phone thing. Or perhaps just a phone thing, which I totally don't get. I HATE having anyone else overhear my phone conversations, even if they're the most boring check-in calls imaginable with my mom.
Shir - Aug 05, 2008 9:36:41 am PDT #1341 of 10003
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".
The most awkward cell phone conversation I wish I never had to listen to (but alas, the batteries to the portable CD player died) was when a guy in the seat behind me called another person, and after he asked the woman on the other side of the line if he's not interrupting anything: "Do you think one can change?".
I almost shrieked in my seat for the next 30 minutes of extreme self pseudo philosophical analysis. Jesus.
Barb - Aug 05, 2008 9:51:10 am PDT #1342 of 10003
“Not dead yet!”
I HATE having anyone else overhear my phone conversations, even if they're the most boring check-in calls imaginable with my mom.
In this, Matt is me.
Lee - Aug 05, 2008 10:03:28 am PDT #1343 of 10003
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Shir! (or Nilly!), I need to see if a particular thesis from an Israeli graduate school is listed in their catalog, and I don't have Hebrew installed on my computer, which it tells me I need. If I sent you the link and the information, would you be able to look for me?
amych - Aug 05, 2008 10:07:18 am PDT #1344 of 10003
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
I feel that being Matt and Barb is excellent company. I just wish the people who hang out outside my office window would feel the same -- they seem to think that just because there's a single uninsulated pane of glass separating them from the person sitting four feet away, that said person doesn't hear them (a) recounting their drunken weekend exploits (b) breaking up in alternately screaming and begging for forgiveness ways or (c) calling mom for money.
(Ah, yes, I'm so looking forward to the students coming back.)
Nilly - Aug 05, 2008 10:08:54 am PDT #1345 of 10003
Swouncing
Perkins, of course I can try to help! You don't even need to ask. Send along.
Lee - Aug 05, 2008 10:11:48 am PDT #1346 of 10003
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
YAY-- will do!