Dear insomnia fairy,
Hate you. Think you are secretly named Tino. Here's a punch in the crotch just for you.
Mal: You tell me right now, little Kaylee, you really think you can do this? Kaylee: Sure. Yeah. I think so. 'Sides, if I mess up, not like you'll be able to yell at me.
'Bushwhacked'
Natter 65: Speed Limit Enforced by Aircraft
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Kat - Mar 17, 2010 4:00:19 am PDT #16729 of 30001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
Jessica - Mar 17, 2010 4:05:09 am PDT #16730 of 30001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
I love New York - actual announcement over the fire alarm system just now "We have recieved a false alarm due to a burnt bagel on the 35th floor."
Theodosia - Mar 17, 2010 4:09:47 am PDT #16731 of 30001
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
Yesterday I found out that my hot water heater died in the flood, so it was replaced AND in the opinion of the furnace repair guy, it's throwing money away to repair the furnace electrics ($1500-$2K minimum) when the furnace is so old (we've estimated it was made in 1922) and clearly on its last legs.
Then I went to Target AND Home Depot only to find they have sent back ALL their space heaters for the season. My next move is to call around to all the non-chain hardware stores here and find if any have some in stock....
Kat - Mar 17, 2010 4:10:01 am PDT #16732 of 30001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
jilli, I saw these cards and thought of you: [link] They would be extra awesome if they were actual papercuts and not just prints.
Theodosia - Mar 17, 2010 4:11:48 am PDT #16733 of 30001
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
On the bright side, it's supposed to hit 61F today. However, it's in the high 40s as I write this and even with the oven going in the kitchen, my fingers are damn cold.
I've already spent enough on the sump pump and replacement hot water heater than I will make in a couple weeks at the Census job....
Jesse - Mar 17, 2010 4:15:53 am PDT #16734 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Oh man, Theo. What awesome timing for you. Oh, wait -- not awesome, the other thing.
There was a whole lot of WTFery in here after I went to bed, to which I say: WTF.
I spent from 3-4 awake, which was annoying and I don't understand. Bleh.
Happy Evacuation Day!!!
Frankenbuddha - Mar 17, 2010 4:20:26 am PDT #16735 of 30001
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
Dear insomnia fairy,
You too, huh?
Although the insomnia fairy was being weird last night. I'd be dreaming, but still realize I was lying in bed not really feeling asleep, and a couple of times that I thought I looked at the clock, I must have done so in my dream, because the time didn't make sense.
Also, when I first went to bed, I thought I'd been lying there for an hour or so and it turned out to be three. Still didn't feel like I got any sleep, though I must have.
So basically, I had restless night's sleep where I dreampt I had insomnia. FU Tino you polar bear!
sarameg - Mar 17, 2010 4:20:32 am PDT #16736 of 30001
Ack, Theo. You don't have to do asbestos remediation, do you?
Frankenbuddha - Mar 17, 2010 4:21:08 am PDT #16737 of 30001
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
Oh, that sucks Theo!
tommyrot - Mar 17, 2010 4:36:42 am PDT #16738 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.
Cupboard Love. Pretended love to the cook, or any other person, for the sake of a meal. My guts cry cupboard; i.e. I am hungry.
Earth Bath. A grave.
Fimble-Famble. A lame, prevaricating excuse.
Gentleman of Four Outs. When a vulgar, blustering fellow asserts that he is a gentleman, the retort generally is, " Yes, a Gentleman Of Four Outs"--that is, without wit, without money, without credit, and without manners.
O'clock. "Like One O'clock," a favorite comparison with the lower orders, implying briskness; otherwise "like winkin'." "To know what's O'clock" is to be wide-awake, sharp, and experienced.
Rumbumptious. Haughty, pugilistic.
Snotter, or Wipe-hauler. A pickpocket whose chief fancy is for gentlemen's pocket-handkerchiefs.
Tune the Old Cow Died of. An epithet for any ill-played or discordant piece of music.