The result of the Craigslist thing is that I stop trying to be helpful. I'm not rude, I answer e-mails, I do what I say I'll do. But I'm not going to go out of my way to do anything for someone who's 75% likely to blow me off.
Everybody dies, Tracey. Someone's carrying a bullet for you right now, doesn't even know it. The trick is to die of old age before it finds you.
Mal ,'The Message'
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.
Dana - Aug 06, 2009 12:06:41 pm PDT #2469 of 30001
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.
Kathy A - Aug 06, 2009 12:06:57 pm PDT #2470 of 30001
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil
Barb - Aug 06, 2009 12:09:24 pm PDT #2471 of 30001
“Not dead yet!”
Daaaaaaaamn. That's, like, my whole adolescence.
Aw man, no kidding.
erikaj - Aug 06, 2009 12:12:21 pm PDT #2472 of 30001
Always Anti-fascist!
That's terrible.
sarameg - Aug 06, 2009 12:16:36 pm PDT #2473 of 30001
And the email to DPW bounces. Jackasses.
Trudy Booth - Aug 06, 2009 12:24:48 pm PDT #2474 of 30001
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
I'm finding myself surprisingly moved by John Hughes' death.
Daisy Jane - Aug 06, 2009 12:24:48 pm PDT #2475 of 30001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
RE: John Hughes. Yep. Heart attack. Heard about it at work (one of the hazzards of working here I suppose).
sarameg - Aug 06, 2009 12:35:52 pm PDT #2476 of 30001
Aaand, nobody's here. I do know my former boss & her husband, my realtor, one of my less conversational coworkers and lisah have said they'll come. Other friends? NSM. Guess that happens in the summer.
Ginger - Aug 06, 2009 12:42:05 pm PDT #2477 of 30001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
John Hughes was 59. Way too young.
Around here, at least, no one arrives on time. There's always that 20 minutes of blank time in which I think, "Do I start drinking now?"
Scrappy - Aug 06, 2009 12:44:13 pm PDT #2478 of 30001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
We have never thrown a party where my (very prompt) husband did not spend the first hour pacing while telling me that no one was going to come. But people always come late.