Mal: Which one you figure tracked us? Zoe: The ugly one, sir. Mal: Could you be more specific?

'Out Of Gas'


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.


msbelle - Dec 25, 2009 11:55:12 am PST #27319 of 30001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb

all gifts have now been opened and despite mac refusing to eat lunch, I think we have made it through 2 days with no real rough patches. I can feel that I am not yet over being whiney, but I am going to try to keep it to myself. I know I upset my mom earlier by telling her what was really going on, so I am going to stop sharing so much.


tommyrot - Dec 25, 2009 12:14:06 pm PST #27320 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.

Creepy Victorian Santa

Children of the Victorian Era had to be tough, because this Santa Claus would have given me nightmares! This picture is a detail of a larger family portrait from Flickr user stevechasmar. For sheer weirdness, it just might beat out the previous creepy Santa post. See more Victorian Christmas ephemera in his photostream. Link


Burrell - Dec 25, 2009 12:56:48 pm PST #27321 of 30001
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!

Merry Christmas everybody!

We have had a great one so far. Many toys have been played with. Including skateboards for all the kids courtesy of my brother. And so far, no tears. That last part is shocking.


§ ita § - Dec 25, 2009 1:52:26 pm PST #27322 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I know I upset my mom earlier by telling her what was really going on

I'm sorry that you can't share with her without stressing her out.

Funeral is next Saturday. I've booked my ticket. Last time I was in New Orleans it was for a funeral. I'm beginning to have negative associations. Also, I have nothing to wear. Even though I don't have to dress in black, I don't know if I have anything that feels appropriate and somber, because I wear black so much anyway.


Jesse - Dec 25, 2009 1:52:47 pm PST #27323 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

I am back in my own apartment, watching A Christmas Story, which is lovely. My mother would have liked for me to spend the night there again, but I slept like shit and didn't bring any more clothes or anything. So I said I'd go back there tomorrow. I think we're going to see Sherlock Holmes.

My Christmas was lovely -- Christmas Eve with family, then church, today was mostly just the four of us (me, parents, grandmother) with the traditional quick visit from some friends. Very nice, all the way around. Singing in the choir was great.


Jesse - Dec 25, 2009 1:56:45 pm PST #27324 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

I'm glad you're going, ita. And hope you get back to NO for good times before too much longer.


msbelle - Dec 25, 2009 2:00:12 pm PST #27325 of 30001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb

ita, I am so glad you can go.


msbelle - Dec 25, 2009 2:21:56 pm PST #27326 of 30001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb

another book sold. that's 3 of the 7 things I listed. goodness, the stuff that sold is the stuff I thought wouldn't go.

le sigh. I picked up for mac. didn't even ask him to help. I had all the livingroom carpet cleared. he just took out one whole set of stuff.

I think it's time for me to get ready for bed.


Jesse - Dec 25, 2009 2:31:03 pm PST #27327 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

goodness, the stuff that sold is the stuff I thought wouldn't go.

That's always the way, huh? In addition to the child mess. I'm afraid that's always the way, too.


flea - Dec 25, 2009 2:46:11 pm PST #27328 of 30001
information libertarian

What my day needed was booze. Ah well, made it through, even through dinner with the evil small-minded rural Ohio double-inlaws.

I missed my family. I talked to mr. flea and he missed his family too, even though everyone was technically here - he missed his late grandparents, and having Christmas with his family, not the double-inlaws (my SIL's husband is from here, and his whole family comes to their house for dinner Christmas Eve, breakfast and dinner Christmas Day, and it's really too much.)

The kids got some lovely presents, and I got Julia Child's autobiography and a programmable thermostat.