Wow, sarameg. Yeah, those people sound like utter shitheads.
There's a SportsNight book?
I hope your power goes back on soon, Sue.
Oh, no, oh, no! Spontaneous poetic exclamations. Lord, spare me college boys in love.
Dr. Walsh ,'Potential'
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.
Spidra Webster - Sep 04, 2010 6:28:42 pm PDT #22208 of 30001
I wish I could just go somewhere to get flensed but none of the whaling ships near me take Medicare.
Amy - Sep 04, 2010 6:32:52 pm PDT #22209 of 30001
Because books.
I could, and sometimes do, watch HGTV, or have it on in the background, all day. I have a bit of a crush on Genevieve Gorder, too.
Ugh, Sue. I hope the storm passes soon, and your power comes back even sooner. I will say that I know it's a typo, but I like "decoded" instead of plain old "decided". It's all stealthy and mysterious.
Sue - Sep 04, 2010 6:35:29 pm PDT #22210 of 30001
hip deep in pie
It's all stealthy and mysterious.
As I am...not.
The power outages map and twitter feed makes me think that my power is on, but I won't know until I get back on Tuesday and ask a neighbor how long it was out. It's a little crazymaking.
-t - Sep 04, 2010 6:41:46 pm PDT #22211 of 30001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Do you have an answering machine, Sue?
sarameg - Sep 04, 2010 6:47:38 pm PDT #22212 of 30001
I think they were in the Canton neighborhood?
South of me on the waterfront. Huge gentrification area many years in. I wonder if it was the same program who my realtor suggested me to but I demurred a year ago? (No desire to be on reality tv...) It was something about the homebuying experience, and she was all "you are the perfect person for this. You had a crazy amazing fit and process. " This, while I was in Bhutan. It was surreal.
§ ita § - Sep 04, 2010 6:50:24 pm PDT #22213 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
There's a SportsNight book?
No, it's a fic. Long AU slash, nice and teasy and then smutty. Thumbs up, A--, would read again.
Sue - Sep 04, 2010 6:54:38 pm PDT #22214 of 30001
hip deep in pie
Do you have an answering machine, Sue?
No, I used telco provided voicemail.
I could keep schedulling shows on the TiVo online and see if they come back as received on the TiVo.
-t - Sep 04, 2010 6:56:26 pm PDT #22215 of 30001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
That sounds like a good idea. Very clever.
sarameg - Sep 04, 2010 6:58:31 pm PDT #22216 of 30001
Oh lord, that just triggered a dream I had this morning: I was trying to get to the market, but I was living in my old place. I managed it somehow and walked back along Coldspring and Wabash. It occurs to me that other than during the big presidents' day storm many years ago, I never walked around my old neighborhood and now do it all the time. Anyway, the walk was stressful, and clearly I was close enough to wakefulness to alleviate that: as I approached the apartments, there was some sort of flea market going on, including postcards and petitions supporting local candidates. I demurred, saying I was moving in months. I was so happy to wake up in my house!
Freaky.
Matt the Bruins fan - Sep 04, 2010 7:02:07 pm PDT #22217 of 30001
Oh honey, the mentally unwell people have been in the fanbase since Game Changers was Stucky fanfiction on the internet. The calls have been coming from inside the house the whole time!
Ahhh, just got back from a great weekend of swimming and hiking at Lake Pickwick. Nothing exciting happened, but it was a great relaxing trip.
Sadly it did not live up to my eye candy expectations for a marina-heavy lake resort (based on a combo of original recommendation of the place by Sexy Bartender Friend and my recent viewing of Piranha 3-D) though. I was the hottest shirtless guy at the beach, and the resort was hosting a class of 1955 reunion. Oh well, at least septuagenarians and I share an appreciation for quiet relaxation and courteous greetings.
My quest for great tasting mint tea like Moroccan restaurants on the coasts serve is now complete: the Jewish grocery in Memphis had Royal brand peppermint tea, which I am now sipping contentedly.