Dawn: I think a date should be in a real fancy restaurant, then champagne at a night club with a floor show, then ballroom dancing. Joyce: Unfortunately, we're not dating in a movie from the thirties.

'Get It Done'


Natter 63: Life after PuppyCam  

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.


Nilly - Mar 11, 2009 5:21:23 am PDT #10025 of 30000
Swouncing

Hi, tommy! Hi, JZ!

I'm supposed to be working right now to coordinate lessons for the science-for-girls project I'm sorta becoming the go-to-girl for, but after teaching for 6 hours straight (my class has their first exam tomorrow, so I thoroughly solved last year's exam with them), and considering it's the sorta-second-day of a holiday here (Purim. It's a holiday in Jerusalem today, and was a holiday for the rest of everywhere yesterday), all I wanna do is play online.

Um, I'm sorry that you're probably sorry to have asked.


Kathy A - Mar 11, 2009 5:22:31 am PDT #10026 of 30000
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil

Hi, Nilly!!!!

Happy Purim!


Aims - Mar 11, 2009 5:23:01 am PDT #10027 of 30000
Shit's all sorts of different now.

Happy Birthday tommyrot!!


tommyrot - Mar 11, 2009 5:28:50 am PDT #10028 of 30000
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

Remember the Icelandic elves?

Elf Detection 101

An article on Iceland's de facto bankruptcy in the April issue of Vanity Fair notes that a "large number of Icelanders" believe in elves or "hidden people." This widespread folklore occasionally disrupts business in the sparsely populated North Atlantic country. Before the aluminum company Alcoa could erect a smelting factory, "it had to defer to a government expert to scour the enclosed plant site and certify that no elves were on or under it." How do you find an elf?

With psychic powers. According to a poll conducted in 2007, 54 percent of Icelanders don't deny the existence of elves and 8 percent believe in them outright, although only 3 percent claim to have encountered one personally. The ability to see the huldufólk, or hidden folk, can't be learned; you're just born with it. To find elves, seers don't really need to do anything—they'll just sense an elfin presence. The Vanity Fair article says that elf detection can take six months, but it's usually a quick process that can last under an hour. And although the magazine claims that a "government expert" had to certify the nonexistence of elves, the Icelandic Embassy insists that these consults are performed by freelancers, not government contractors.

...

Elf-spotting is an intergenerational phenomenon in Iceland, although more children than adults report seeing huldufólk. Indeed, it's thought that many who are born clairvoyant lose the ability after the age of 8 or so. Furthermore, it's not just Icelanders who have this capacity—theoretically, anyone, from any country, can have the power to communicate with elves. Clairvoyants see elves year-round, sometimes in their own backyards, but Christmas Eve and New Year's Eve are considered especially good occasions for elf-spotting. That's because according to some legends, these holidays are traditional moving days for the huldufólk. Elves often dress in old-timey, 19th-century outfits like homemade-looking ankle-length skirts, and they come in all sizes. There are thought to be at least 13 types of elves, some of whom are as tall as humans. Others, like the Blómálfar, or flower elves, are just a few inches tall.


Calli - Mar 11, 2009 5:30:53 am PDT #10029 of 30000
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs

Happy birthday, tommyrot!

I'm working from home today. For some reason my cat has decided this means he should fish all the used tissues out of the trash and then shred them. I'm glad he wants my attention, but couldn't he get it by curling up on my lap and purring madly? Or does that just not get enough squirt bottle action to keep him happy?


Fred Pete - Mar 11, 2009 5:30:55 am PDT #10030 of 30000
Ann, that's a ferret.

Vitter, our spy said, gave the airline worker an earful, employing the timeworn "do-you-know-who-I-am" tirade that apparently grew quite heated.

Senator, it's nothing to soil your diapers over.


Fred Pete - Mar 11, 2009 5:31:40 am PDT #10031 of 30000
Ann, that's a ferret.

And, because it doesn't deserve to be in the same post with what I just said:

Happy Birthday, tommyrot!


tommyrot - Mar 11, 2009 5:34:04 am PDT #10032 of 30000
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

And, because it doesn't deserve to be in the same post with what I just said:

Hey, one year at my birthday party, my mom hired a senator to soil his diapers.

OK, that wasn't very funny. But it's my birthday, so I don't care.


ChiKat - Mar 11, 2009 5:40:12 am PDT #10033 of 30000
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?

Happy birthday, tommyrot!!!!


Kathy A - Mar 11, 2009 5:40:30 am PDT #10034 of 30000
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil

Are you waving your arms up in the air? Like you just don't care?