Can we have Gud cloned? I promise to never criticize my Gud clone's housekeeping.
She's not just a blob of energy, she's also a 14-year-old hormone bomb.
Spike ,'The Killer In Me'
Natter 64: Yes, we still need you
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.
Ginger - Sep 21, 2009 12:35:04 pm PDT #10066 of 30001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
tommyrot - Sep 21, 2009 12:37:20 pm PDT #10067 of 30001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Cool graph time!
Job Voyager is a set of interactive charts showing changing occupations reported to the US Census Bureau from 1850-2000. It was by the University of California at Berkeley from data collected by the University of Minnesota’s Population Center using the visualization software Flare. You can use the feature to examine the rise and fall of different occupations and gender roles in American history.
Polter-Cow - Sep 21, 2009 12:42:19 pm PDT #10068 of 30001
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
Cool graph time!
Whoa, the one for Actor is interesting. The field peaked in the 1930s, and then plummeted until no one acted in the 1980s, and it started growing in the 1990s again.
Gudanov - Sep 21, 2009 12:48:45 pm PDT #10069 of 30001
Coding and Sleeping
I should point out that the Royals are no longer the worst team in the AL. This could be a good year for them. They even have a shot at not being the worst team in their division.
beth b - Sep 21, 2009 12:52:02 pm PDT #10070 of 30001
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
The house is mostly my responsibility. I work maybe 20 hours a week - he works closer to 60. Mostly it works. If I worked more, or there were kids involved, it would have to change drastically. But I am not sure how I could convince him to get back in the habit of doing more stuff. Somehow he has forgotten that thing like dishes have to be done everyday.
Allyson - Sep 21, 2009 12:53:50 pm PDT #10071 of 30001
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica
It's 3oclock and i wish someone would just put me out of my misery. I can't focus, I'm grouchy, and I've had a ridic amount of caffeine to keep me from planting my face into my keyborad. I also seem to have broken out in hives.
meara - Sep 21, 2009 12:58:45 pm PDT #10072 of 30001
Somehow he has forgotten that thing like dishes have to be done everyday.
Hahahhah!
You're so funny Beth. :)
t studiously avoids looking at own kitchen
Cashmere - Sep 21, 2009 1:12:13 pm PDT #10073 of 30001
Now tagless for your comfort.
My kids are old enough to pick up their toys but they need direction. You can't just say, "Go pick up your toys" and expect it to be done. Which is what C expects.
The whole thing is very aggravating. I appreciate a weekend away but not if I have more work facing me when I return.
I realize these diamond shoes are too tight but I really want to kick my husband with the pointy end of them at the moment.
Burrell - Sep 21, 2009 1:20:27 pm PDT #10074 of 30001
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!
Oh dear Allyson. So BTDT.
I am zinging on caffeine and wishing the grading fairies were here.
§ ita § - Sep 21, 2009 1:29:49 pm PDT #10075 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Thyroid cancer, spread to the lungs. Sparking off a recent conversation in Bitches, apparently they might not tell her mother. Although her mother is likely going to visit her. I'm not sure how they're going to handle that. No decision has been made about treatment, and we're not aware of a prognosis. This is the cousin whose brother was killed at 18 when struck by a bus a few months after their father died, so it'd just be the mother left, and one remaining child if she doesn't make it out clear. I can't imagine.