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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.


§ ita § - Jun 15, 2009 6:44:43 am PDT #24305 of 30000
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I am so fucked. My router went tits up, and I'm having to pay 29$ to get it fixed. They're going to find out I loaded DD-WRT on it, and get mad.


Liese S. - Jun 15, 2009 6:56:51 am PDT #24306 of 30000
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."

Ack, ita! Nothing you can do about it now, though.

I do understand the scary, but I suspect it will all work out fine.

I hope so. I'm having serious offerer's remorse at the moment, but I do think it's a good thing to do. I think mostly the stressor is that I was getting ready to have my good friends in my space for the Grand Canyon trip today, but now I have three sets of people putatively in my space (dogsitter who will sleep over tonight, friends, new people who are moving in) and feel like I need to get ready for them all. Which is why I needed to breathe and am on here for a moment, but just a moment.

I still need to finish cleaning the bathrooms & the bedrooms. But I think we'll make it as they (friends & dogsitter) won't be here until noon, and the new people will come by for the key on Wednesday but won't move in until Sunday after we're gone.


Liese S. - Jun 15, 2009 6:59:03 am PDT #24307 of 30000
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."

Oh, I forgot what else I was going to post: Bigfoot. Totally real, peoples. At least that's the going opinion in these parts, partially because it's part of the local Apache cultural belief set. There was just a film done by someone pseudo local about how they really are in these mountains. Were supposed to have found a body and all.

It was probably just Adam from Northern Exposure.

Which reminds me, yay, Alaska!


Jesse - Jun 15, 2009 7:17:23 am PDT #24308 of 30000
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

I'm having serious offerer's remorse at the moment, but I do think it's a good thing to do.

Well, it's definitely a good thing to do for them, and I hope it's good for you as well!


Fred Pete - Jun 15, 2009 7:18:39 am PDT #24309 of 30000
Ann, that's a ferret.

I think we should have an official Buffista commandment:Thou shalt not read the comments section of any article for the preservation of one's sanity and blood pressure.

...or, at the very least, realize that the damage to your sanity and blood pressure is your own fault.


§ ita § - Jun 15, 2009 7:21:06 am PDT #24310 of 30000
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Well, it's all done. She hadn't heard of DD-WRT, but her administrator wised her up to it, and they didn't give me any guff for it. I'm still out the 29.99, and I have to reset all my wireless devices passwords, but that's it. Maybe I'll change the security while I'm at it.


Frankenbuddha - Jun 15, 2009 7:27:57 am PDT #24311 of 30000
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"

When I was a kid I'd pretty regularly convince myself that a noise like that was a bigfoot.

And now you know it's just a possum.


Theodosia - Jun 15, 2009 7:29:34 am PDT #24312 of 30000
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"

:: remembers when the possum bit Trudy at Kristin's ::


billytea - Jun 15, 2009 7:34:51 am PDT #24313 of 30000
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.

remembers when the possum bit Trudy at Kristin's

Through glass?


brenda m - Jun 15, 2009 7:35:57 am PDT #24314 of 30000
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

It was the bat that bit her. But clearly there's some fascination in the world of nocturnals for our Trudy.