I walk. I talk. I shop, I sneeze. I'm gonna be a fireman when the floods roll back. There's trees in the desert since you moved out. And I don't sleep on a bed of bones.

Buffy ,'Chosen'


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.


Lee - Oct 12, 2009 4:17:39 pm PDT #13563 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

YAY for good first days! The internets missed you all too!

It's cold here too, and we are supposed to get a big storm tonight and tomorrow.


§ ita § - Oct 12, 2009 4:18:25 pm PDT #13564 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Icewine is crack. I'm not big on sweet in general, but I can polish off icewine like nobody's business.

Today's forecast didn't have home or work topping 70. Leather jacket and wool pants weather. Uh, all apologies to those with snow. It's just SoCal, you know. My weather widget says it's raining, but the window disagrees.


P.M. Marc - Oct 12, 2009 4:21:09 pm PDT #13565 of 30001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear

Icewine from the Okanagan, people. Best shit in the motherfucking WORLD.

For Canadian Thanksgiving, I looked longingly at Canadian Food online. Yesterday, we accidentally had Canadian Thanksgiving-ish dinner with my folks. Oh, and my mother fowarded me a Happy Thanksgiving mail last week.

This was the extent of my Canadian Thanksgiving Experience.


Amy - Oct 12, 2009 4:21:42 pm PDT #13566 of 30001
Because books.

I've yet to have icewine, but it's huge up here, so close to Canada.


Sue - Oct 12, 2009 4:25:14 pm PDT #13567 of 30001
hip deep in pie

I have no tolerance for sweet wines.


Lee - Oct 12, 2009 4:25:49 pm PDT #13568 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Me either, though I have never had ice wine.


Steph L. - Oct 12, 2009 4:26:59 pm PDT #13569 of 30001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine

You and me both, Sue. I used to be a horrible snob and sneer at people who drink white zinfandel ("PINK wine? You mean Kool-Aid?"), and then I realized what a jackass I was being. Now my basic attitude is, drink what you like, but I might not like what you like, so don't take offense if I turn down your offer of pink wine.


Amy - Oct 12, 2009 4:28:51 pm PDT #13570 of 30001
Because books.

I learned to drink (and love!) beer, but only pale ales. And I learned to drink (and love!) wine, but mostly only sweetish stuff like zinfandels and rieslings. Red wine I can't really drink unless ... I'm really drunk already.

::cradles sweet tooth gently::


Steph L. - Oct 12, 2009 4:38:19 pm PDT #13571 of 30001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine

What's weird about me and sweet wine is that I have the biggest sweet tooth EVAR. I'm like The Fly. I would eat handfuls of sugar if there was no other sweet option.

Two things I don't like sweet: coffee and wine. I cannot understand it.

(Although I don't mind a good sangria with spicy tex-mex.)


Amy - Oct 12, 2009 4:39:05 pm PDT #13572 of 30001
Because books.

I'm just a total plebe, I think. I still like Kraft mac-n-cheese.