Death is your art. You make it with your hands day after day. That final gasp, that look of peace. And part of you is desperate to know: What's it like? Where does it lead you? And now you see, that's the secret. Not the punch you didn't throw or the kicks you didn't land. She really wanted it. Every Slayer has a death wish. Even you.

Spike ,'Conversations with Dead People'


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.


Jesse - Dec 09, 2009 1:09:11 pm PST #24057 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

I started looking at places in my parents' neighborhood, while watching Designed To Sell, and I am now realizing how much work I'll have to do after my grandmother dies (some day) and they want to rent or sell her apartment....


sarameg - Dec 09, 2009 1:09:13 pm PST #24058 of 30001

It did. But by not turning over= not catching at all. Followed by blue smoke when it did, which I've never had happen before. And it started without complaint this evening. Keep in mind, I had a freakish thing happen with the somethingorother teeth ring on a flywheel coming unglued a few years back, and it did the same won't-catch routine then. So I'm watching to see if this happens again.

Good news is work and my mechanic are so much closer and have lots of coworkers nearby I could beg for rides. Bad news is I really don't need anything like this right now.

Why does Mister Kitty do the loud mournful cries whenever he goes upstairs??

OK, pool.


Toddson - Dec 09, 2009 1:19:02 pm PST #24059 of 30001
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"

Every so often my mother will ask me why I haven't bought a place. She and my sister are totally oblivious to what housing costs in DC ... and anyplace with reasonable transit is about as expensive, unless you go waaaay out. There was a story in the paper a while ago about a young couple that bought a townhouse to fix up. They didn't have to do any demolition - not only had all the appliances and some of the plumbing been pulled out, the staircases had been taken out. Cost of this gem? a little over $300K.


Kat - Dec 09, 2009 1:19:20 pm PST #24060 of 30001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo

I thought Lovely Bones was a good concept with a middling execution. Ending was Not Good. But there were some great moments. I wanted to like it more, but oh well.

So true. The only ending that could be worse? "When Susie woke it was all a dream."


§ ita § - Dec 09, 2009 2:27:14 pm PST #24061 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Can someone whitefont the ending of Lovely Bones for me? Maybe it will kickstart my memory.

If I had it in print I'd just skim it, but the CD version is pretty impenetrable for quick consumption.


dcp - Dec 09, 2009 2:30:08 pm PST #24062 of 30001
The more I learn, the more I realize how little I know.

Forecast low temp. for KC tonight is -2F (windchill -18F). Ouch. Sooooooooo thankful to have shelter and all mod. cons.


flea - Dec 09, 2009 2:33:08 pm PST #24063 of 30001
information libertarian

ita, Wikipedia is good for spoiling oneself with plot summaries: [link]


Jesse - Dec 09, 2009 2:35:42 pm PST #24064 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Dagnabbit. I went to the supermarket and forgot to buy flour. It was on my list!


§ ita § - Dec 09, 2009 2:41:01 pm PST #24065 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Der. I usually live in wikipedia. Thanks, flea.

I am never telling anyone here how old I am. They were ribbing on this one guy for turning 40, clearly having no idea I'm older than he is. Or, to look at it another way, one day I will tell them, so I can see the look on their faces. Just not yet.


§ ita § - Dec 09, 2009 2:44:18 pm PST #24066 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Oh, dear. Having read the summary, the hate has come back. I like it when some stories fold in on themselves--cf my love of Owen Meany. Just not this one. I found it twee.