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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.


§ ita § - Dec 27, 2009 7:01:55 pm PST #27540 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Today's T shirt at Teefury.com is quite funny. I caved and got myself one, despite not needing another tee. And Star Wars, really? But I like the imagery. eta: Nevermind. They are eastern time, and the tee is now gone.

Cashmere, I found browsing potsandpans.com very interesting. I'll now check out Target and maybe a department store or two for comparison shopping.

the stories just seem to be opinions of other bloggers or twitterers--who also spend inordinate amounts of time online

Which is especially why I totally don't get it. I don't think we are particularly different here in that we have people posting both good and bad news very close to the events themselves.


Pix - Dec 27, 2009 7:03:35 pm PST #27541 of 30001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie

Cash, it's called Whip It and it's awesome! I love the soundtrack, too.


SailAweigh - Dec 27, 2009 7:06:34 pm PST #27542 of 30001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb

Kids and pools are always a dangerous mix. My ex had a house with a pool and my son rode his trike right into it before anyone could stop him. Fortunately, the adults actually caught him in the act and fished him out immediately, but it is so easy for something to happen in a split second. The law says (in a lot of states, can't speak to all) that any "attractive nuisance", such as a swimming pool, has to have a six foot privacy fence around it. Which can mean, around the yard, not the pool. So, folks out on the street with curious kids don't have to worry so much, but the families with the pool seem to take it for granted that the kids will know, when they don't.


billytea - Dec 27, 2009 7:12:52 pm PST #27543 of 30001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.

Humans have a special talent for the cruelty. Though, I don't know, insects do so many horrific things as a matter of course that I'm not sure they get a bye.

Insects do many horrible things, but pretty much always directly linked to their own survival and propagation. There's no cruelty for the sake of it. For that you need more intelligence, as per cats or killer whales.


DavidS - Dec 27, 2009 7:18:36 pm PST #27544 of 30001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

There's no cruelty for the sake of it

So you say! But I've looked into a Mantis' eyes and he was pure evil.


beekaytee - Dec 27, 2009 7:38:29 pm PST #27545 of 30001
Compassionately intolerant

Thanks Bonny, but you're giving me whiplash from the doubletake at "pooch stew". Um. Bartleby's right there, and on all fours and frisky, right?

Heh. You gave me such a laugh right there. He is awfully sweet...

Nah, he isindeed right here. A bit more more sacked out than frisky at the mo. A couple of long walks in the beautiful weather today did him right in.

The whole raison d'crock pot in this house is the pooch. I've been given the mandate to remove all grain from his diet, so frequent stews have ensued. Usually turkey (a 20lber, most recently), sweet potatoes, carrots, celery, greens (collard & kale). Sometimes beets, green beans or, frankly anything headed south in the veggie bin.

I love the crock pot for making it so easy. Chop...wait...grind...freeze. Like magic.

Just not the clean up.


Sue - Dec 27, 2009 7:49:10 pm PST #27546 of 30001
hip deep in pie

I am home! YAY! I am so glad to be home, with my cats and all my stuff. I had a really good tome with my family, but 10 days is just too long to be away. I cam home and my house seemed kind of strange.

I had a very long bus ride sitting behind a rude woman who kep slamming her chair back further and further and hit me hard in the leg so hard TWICE I actually said "Ow!" really loudly. When I asked her if she could not push her chair all the way back, she clamed she needed it for her bad back, but she also pushed the empty chair next to her back all the way...so I had no legroom. And then she proceeds to give me dirty looks for the rest of the trip. What a bitca!

Oh! And I forgot to mention possibly my best Christmas gift: A Trixie Belden Mystery-Quiz book! It's my old book, but I only wrote in the answers to a couple of activities, so I still have hours of fun ahead.

So jealous!!! I had those books. I had almost all the Trixies Beldens...except for those last few that are pretty rare...and my mom gave them/threw them away. I've recovered some, but not many of the later ones.


Beverly - Dec 27, 2009 7:55:21 pm PST #27547 of 30001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

Sue, my mom did that with the orignial blue-with-orange-silhouettes Nancy Drews my great-aunt gave me. I went to some expense to try and replace them, I remembered loving them so.

Then I read a couple of them and was appalled at the casual racism and classism of the originals. Selling them now, I don't want them. I hope the Trixie Beldens are a happier experience.


Jesse - Dec 27, 2009 7:58:37 pm PST #27548 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

I don't know where the bulk of the books are -- possibly sold at a long-ago yard sale, possibly still in the parents' attic somewhere. I will say, this quiz book includes a lot of Actual Information, like, the first quiz asks what's included in the Miranda warning!


Sue - Dec 27, 2009 8:01:22 pm PST #27549 of 30001
hip deep in pie

Re-reading the Trixie Belden's (which I did a several years ago now) I was struck mostly with what a white and privledged world they live in...Trixie is always calling her family poor next to her fabulously wealthy friends, but I am pretty sure they were comfortably middle class--her dad was a bank manager.

Then again, both my grandfather and great-grandfather were bank managers, and we're not rich. (Though allegedly we used to be richer--damn Vichy gov't.)