In Natter, Steph L.
Even if we take as given that Donald Trump's baseline level of health isn't robust, I am stunned that he got Covid while my father, who is a walking medical journal with about 80 billion diseases AND works at a grocery store, still doesn't have it. I really thought my dad would have Covid by summertime. But as far as we know, he's still fine (or at the very least, aymptomatic), and Trump is not. Blows my tiny little mind.
(I'm not really being nice to Trump, here; I'm just shit-talking my dad.)
Matt the Bruins Fan in Natter:
Look folks, erotic bakeries could use the business and a suggestively-shaped cake never started a forest fire!
Atropa, on indoor drones:
My #1 question is if the drone is powerful enough to still fly around if I put it in a little ghost costume.
billytea in Bitches, making me snort coffee:
A little off the topic of sex toys, though I suppose there might be a market for one that periodically calls out, "Hey! Who turned out the lights?".
I loved Justified. Margo Martindale was amazing in S2. I have a thing for shows that cover blue collar communities without making poor people out to be idiots or saints. I grew up in an industrial town (cement manufacturing rather than mining) and there were a lot of grace notes in Justified that read as "home" to me. Only there was an unfortunate dearth of Timothy Olyphants in my home town.
Steph L.: I'm in that state known as Shit, I Am Starving But Can't Think Of A Gotdamn Thing I Want To Eat. Maybe grilled cheese and tomato soup? Oooh, or no, I picked up this yummy autumn soup at TJs, so maybe grilled gouda/provolone and that soup? Hmmmm.
Dana: I'm in the neighboring state, Damnit, I'm Hungry, But All Of My Food Seems Too Complicated.
Jessica: Given the origin of our community, are we certain that migrating on Halloween with a full moon out isn't asking for trouble?
Gud: No problem, all the real demons find it too crass to go out.
From meara, in Natter:
I feel like y’all will appreciate this story from a FB friend of mine here in Seattle:
What was supposed to be a super fun Halloween surprise this evening turned into a terrifying event. I hid pieces of candy each with a little flickering battery lit candle around our backyard for an after dark candy hunt.
We went outside and began the hunt in the dark only to encounter a family of raccoons that had been feasting on the candy in the yard. They didn't run away despite shining lights on them, screaming, and waving long sticks in their direction. This turned into Kid screaming and crying hysterically. She was then running around the yard waving a shovel around above her head screaming "the raccoons can't have MY CANDY."
Everyone is calm and safe inside now watching Ghostbusters. But Kid did say that “Halloween was TOO SCARY this year.”