It's nice to have pants that are *supposed* to be wrinkly. As opposed to just, wrinkly pants.
I don't give a good gorram about relevant, Wash. Or objective. And I ain't so afraid of losing something that I ain't gonna try to have it. You and I would make one beautiful baby. And I want to meet that child one day. Period.
Zoe ,'Heart Of Gold'
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.
Zenkitty - May 18, 2010 2:38:53 pm PDT #169 of 30001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
Sophia Brooks - May 18, 2010 2:39:34 pm PDT #170 of 30001
Cats to become a rabbit should gather immediately now here
Why do people on the bus always want to examine my kindle when I am using it to read fanfic?
Or, more precisely, why does the smelly man who I think likes me, but I can't really tell because he is deaf and we have communication difficulties, want to examine my kindle when I am reading not=particularly good BDSM porn about Panic at the Disco! He just took it out of my hands!!!!!
Amy - May 18, 2010 2:42:32 pm PDT #171 of 30001
Because books.
when I am reading not=particularly good BDSM porn about Panic at the Disco!
Oh dear.
Steph L. - May 18, 2010 2:42:36 pm PDT #172 of 30001
the hardest to learn / was the least complicated
Also insent, Tep.
Cass, I got nuthin'. Re-send?
Whuzza? How? Whuzza?
As in, it's not automated. As in, I am the pagination elf. Putting in pages numbers, by hand
On each page? I know I keep asking what are undoubtedly stupid questions, but I'm just gobsmacked.
Cass - May 18, 2010 2:49:57 pm PDT #173 of 30001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Will do, Tep. And this time? To the right address. I'm a dork.
Why do people on the bus always want to examine my kindle when I am using it to read fanfic?
It's not just on the bus. Man... The times this has happened to me.
msbelle - May 18, 2010 2:53:19 pm PDT #174 of 30001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
He took it out of your hands?!?! I would have clearly hit him, or demanded the driver kick him off.
communication difficulties
why are you attempting communication with a smelly man on the bus who takes things out of your hands?!?! I feel like I need to run up there and be a protective mother.
Jesse - May 18, 2010 2:53:24 pm PDT #175 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Or, more precisely, why does the smelly man who I think likes me, but I can't really tell because he is deaf and we have communication difficulties, want to examine my kindle when I am reading not=particularly good BDSM porn about Panic at the Disco! He just took it out of my hands!!!!!
OMG. One might hope that would be a deterrent, but maybe not...
sarameg - May 18, 2010 2:54:05 pm PDT #176 of 30001
I'm pretty sure the rest of the week isn't going to go much better.
Today had one redeeming event: I was complimented on my pace, form and distance in the pool tonight. Apparently, I maintain a constant pace that was considered pretty impressive given the distance I swim. Complimenter is a really good swimmer (most of his strokes are just a smidge faster than mine, plus, he can butterfly) so I can feel preeny. Usually end up sharing lanes with him a couple nights a week, so it wasn't just the RAGE tonight.
Now I am going to eat strawberries and spinach and growl every time I think of tomorrow.
Sophia Brooks - May 18, 2010 2:54:16 pm PDT #177 of 30001
Cats to become a rabbit should gather immediately now here
I would not normally read that, but I am scraping the bottom of the fanfic barrel. I need a new fandom that has a lot of long, piney fic. I even started to go back and re-read Spike/Buffy and Josh/Donna stories. I re-read just about every harry/draco or draco/neville story, as well as remus/lupin. I am out of things to read!
Jesse - May 18, 2010 2:54:51 pm PDT #178 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I feel like I need to run up there and be a protective mother.
OK, I just flashed back to when I was walking through Times Square with a bunch of high school girls, and some nasty guy (probably a comedy club flyer guy) started trying to talk to one of them, and I got all horrified and said, "She's SIXTEEN." Super motherly-ish.