'Jaynestown'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
omnis, I give you permission to go home. You may also stop by the Vine and tell Mr. Jane that you have a beer on us. I think he's open by now.
JZ, it's nice to be back. I'm actually supposed to be cleaning right now, but it's cold and rainy and generally ookie and I have little Oz curled up in my lap, so it's internets and coffee for me.
Ouch! My chiropractor was rough on me today, and I'm so sore.
Randomness from my officemate today: we were, for some reason, discussing heart attacks, and he said that several members of his family had died from heart attacks that seemed to come out of nowhere. I said that my great-uncle had died of a heart attack at age 35, at Thanksgiving dinner. He asked how long ago this was. I thought for a second and said it was 1946. He said, "Wow, 1946 must have been a bad time to be Jewish." My look must have projected the "Huh?" I was thinking, because he asked, "Was he a Holocaust survivor?" I said no, he grew up in New Hampshire. He said, "Well, I guess that makes it better."
omnis, I give you permission to go home. You may also stop by the Vine and tell Mr. Jane that you have a beer on us. I think he's open by now.DJ, welcome back! How ya feelin' over there? Job prospects? How is super seekrit project for Mr. Jane doing? I'd love to head to the vine for a beer, free or otherwise, but I'm still fighting off this flu thing. Somehow, I don't think it would help my immune system. I need to get home and climb under covers and veg. Tomorrow is opening night. I told boss man I'm thinking of skipping the festivities. Not only have I had enough with the show, but I still feel like shit, so why stay up in the cold & rain, right?
oh, dear lord, Hil.
Can I go home now??
Yes.
(See how I avoided entering furniture into the post?)
Also. I'm never making chestnut soup again. I spent almost two hours peeling the motherfuckers.
I'm going to recommend ginger capusules rather than Dramamine, so you won't be a zombie when you get there.
I support Sparky's rec. Dramamine is, for me, often worse than the ill. This coming from someone whose trip up Hwy1 as a child became ledge-n-dairy in the retelling over the years. At one point, the proprietor of one establishment cried in sympathy for me and suggsted putting a brown bag next to my tummy to keep it warm and cut down on the barfing. You might guess what it ended up being used for.
That is such gorgeous country, but that road can be hell on the belly.
Shir, can you buy the already cooked and peeled chestnuts next time.
Hil, the stupid things people say never fails to amaze me.
Don't be too jealous GC, but I think he is off to Key West today.
TOTALLY JEALOUS!
~ma to Raq, Mal, and DW.