Sue, that's exactly what my allergist told me to do when I was a teenager, and it really does wonders for clearing out the sinuses every morning.
Here is your cup of coffee. Brewed from the finest Colombian lighter fluid.
Xander ,'Chosen'
Natter 66: Get Your Kicks.
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.
Jessica - Jul 15, 2010 3:34:21 pm PDT #12711 of 30001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
Steph L. - Jul 15, 2010 3:37:47 pm PDT #12712 of 30001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Oh composting talk. I want to get a bin for our yard. I was looking at this one: [link]
If I were buying one right now, I'd get a rotating one. The one we have is from the Dark Ages and is a huge solid rectangle (as big around as a phone booth but half as tall) and The Boy has to turn the compost with a shovel/pitchfork/whatever. And it's a big stinky pain. A rotating one would be so much nicer.
Strix - Jul 15, 2010 3:42:44 pm PDT #12713 of 30001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
I do that in the shower. I mean, you're in the shower! Clean out everything.
§ ita § - Jul 15, 2010 3:44:11 pm PDT #12714 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
ita put on her big girl project manager knickers today. Sheesh. I have to say, again, I'm continually impressed with how good people here are at their jobs, and how nice they are. Things went smoothly, even with the airing of risks and issues at the last minute. Everyone's very polite about panic and blame.
amych - Jul 15, 2010 3:45:32 pm PDT #12715 of 30001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
(as big around as a phone booth but half as tall)
I now have the awesome vision of a compost TARDIS. The shape of a phone booth but it does the spinning for you. And given the time travel thing, no need to wait for things to decompose. I could make pasquillions, I tell you!, if only it weren't for these pesky space-time limitations.
Jesse - Jul 15, 2010 3:49:06 pm PDT #12716 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I'm continually impressed with how good people here are at their jobs, and how nice they are. Things went smoothly, even with the airing of risks and issues at the last minute. Everyone's very polite about panic and blame.
Good!
Strix - Jul 15, 2010 3:52:14 pm PDT #12717 of 30001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
I'm so glad your coworkers are nice, ita!
Steph L. - Jul 15, 2010 3:53:43 pm PDT #12718 of 30001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
(as big around as a phone booth but half as tall)
I now have the awesome vision of a compost TARDIS. The shape of a phone booth but it does the spinning for you.
I was actually going to compare it to a TARDIS when describing its shape!
meara - Jul 15, 2010 3:54:57 pm PDT #12719 of 30001
It's just sort of funny that I am currently doing my vertigo exercises three times a day and now applying a cold compress four times a day.
How are those exercises working, megan?? It claimed most people felt better within 10 days and it's been ten days! That really sucks about the conjunctivitis though.
I'm also impressed by a nice polite good-at-their-jobs workplace. I have been suckered in to ONE MORE trip next week (bringing total trips beyond originally planned to THREE--Utah this week, and Spokane and Wenatchee next week). I did manage to make someone else go back to Oakland though (not that I don't love y'all, but...just couldn't do it)
sarameg - Jul 15, 2010 4:05:17 pm PDT #12720 of 30001
Kinda whomped. Ran by the nearby hardware store after work, they didn't have the stripper in the size I wanted, went to the pool, came home and shot and fed cat, back out to the store I know has it, hour later am home, shovel frozen indian microwave dinner into my mouth, head over to take care of the other cat; her boyfriend sneaks in (he belongs to another neighbor) and they wrastle (she was very happy to see him, all trilly) then he realizes I am not K, and spooks, so then it is find the cat in someone else's house and herd him to the door, play with SP. Come home, fall over.