Well, it's just good to know that when the chips are down and things look grim you'll feed off the girl who loves you to save your own ass!

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.


Strix - Sep 22, 2010 7:39:36 am PDT #25416 of 30001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

I can see calling to confirm, as I worked at a restaurant that was super busy on the weekends, and if we had a reservation for 6 or 8 that didn't show, or decided to be an hour late, it really fucked things up. We had about 25 tables. So we wouldn't sit a party until the whole party was there, and if no one from the party showed or called 20 mins after reservation time, you lost it. We made this clear when people called, and they still would get pissed. But wait time on Fri/Sat nights was 1 1/2 to 2 hours, so we would sit the people who were waiting. And for a server to have a big 12 tops sitting there empty or with 2 or 3 people, waiting, for 45 minutes -- dude, that's their rent money they're not getting.

It's raining here, which is nice, but I was going to wash the stank dog today. Also, I have discovered that grey cat (not mine) is pissing in the easy chair in the dining room and it's pooling on the floor. Dan tried to tell me that the last time it happened, it was a one-off, and I said No. And that the litter box needed to be kept immaculately clean so they cat would MAYBE not do it again.

Well. Litter box got NAST again, and there we are. He changed it last night, but too late. We will have a Come to Jesus talk tonight, as I take care of my cat's messes and box, and he does his. But that fucking chair is going to the garage TONIGHT, and he is cleaning the piss and getting a new cat box. Greer's piss is smellier than all the other 3 cats put together; I wonder if she has diabetes. But right now, downstairs stinks so bad, I don't even want to walk through the dining room.

I can tolerate a LOT of mess, but stank makes me CRAZY.


Lee - Sep 22, 2010 7:39:47 am PDT #25417 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Living in !!!-land, apparently.

!!!-Land is a happy and contented (if somewhat over exuberant) land.

I am not too bad. I'm getting bored, which is good,

I may even put on real clothes today.


tommyrot - Sep 22, 2010 7:45:41 am PDT #25418 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.

Interesting.

THE EXPERIENCE OF A UNIFIED MIND AND THE POSSIBILITY OF AN EVERLASTING SOUL ARE CONNECTED. AND THERE IS SCANT EVIDENCE TO SUPPORT THE EXISTENCE OF EITHER.

For the believers in the soul, let’s call them soulists, the soul assumption appears to be only the smallest of steps from the existence of a unified mind. Yet the soul is a claim for which there isn’t any evidence. Today, there isn’t even evidence for that place soulists step off from, the unified mind. Neurology and neuroscience, working unseen over the past century, have eroded these ideas, the soul and the unified mind, down to nothing. Experiences certainly do feel unified, but to accept these feelings as reality is a mistake. Often, the way things feel has nothing to do with how they are.

...

Now consider yourself. Consider your own left arm. It feels perfect, under your control, a part of you, exactly where it should be. But this unified perception relies on neuronal machinery humming in the background, far beneath conscious awareness. Your sense of unity, only perceptible to you, is a sheen on the surface, not a deeper layer of reality.

Where does this leave the soul? Does the soul make any sense in the face of a brain and mind so easily fractured by ischemia? A soul is immaterial, eternal, a little god, impervious to injury, able to survive our deaths. Yet here we see one injured, tethered so close to the injured brain that there is no string. We see a hole, and through it we get a glimpse into the brain’s inner workings. One part is damaged; another part falsely thinks it is whole. How does the idea of a unified soul make any sense in the face of this data?


SuziQ - Sep 22, 2010 7:54:23 am PDT #25419 of 30001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame

I may even put on real clothes today.

Eh, overrated.

Wish I could fly out and keep you company for a couple of days. Make a few Trader Joe's runs (and stock up my suitcase). Marathon some SPN or Dr. Who or somthing like that.


msbelle - Sep 22, 2010 7:57:01 am PDT #25420 of 30001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb

HELLO Ms. NO LYMPH NODE INVOLVEMENT!


tommyrot - Sep 22, 2010 7:59:29 am PDT #25421 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.

Potassium Chlorate + A Red Gummy Bear

St. Albans Science Dept shows what happens when a gummy bear is dropped in a test tube of potassium chlorate.

Molten potassium chlorate is a strong oxidizing agent that reacts violently with sugar. Gummy bears have lots of sugar in them.


Steph L. - Sep 22, 2010 8:02:57 am PDT #25422 of 30001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine

Yeah, I can see how girl pee might be generally less attracting to guys than steak. If it`s not, I don`t wanna know.

I have dated a guy about whom you do not want to know.

Ahahaha!!! Considering that The Boy is a vegetarian, I will have to ask him his feelings on girl pee vs. steak.

(NO IT HAS NOT COME UP BEFORE.)


Liese S. - Sep 22, 2010 8:05:09 am PDT #25423 of 30001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."

YAY NO LYMPH NODE INVOLVEMENT!

Yay for mom progress!

Yay for Kathy sleep study!

I had more, but I forget.

Oh! We are getting serious serious rain. We got rained out of class this morning. Which stinks because today was a double up day, so we got up super early to make our two hour drive to class. About forty five minutes in, it was clear we weren't going to make it. The highway was near flooding, it was coming down in droves, and intellicast said it wouldn't let up all day.

So we may be canceled for our afternoon classes too, but I have no way of knowing this until later. So I will just be tired all day.

The SO ran into town to try to get some errands done before we get completely flooded. If he makes it to the farmers market and they're there, he may be coming home with bunches of tomatillos for me to make salsa verde and can.


Lee - Sep 22, 2010 8:09:53 am PDT #25424 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

HELLO Ms. NO LYMPH NODE INVOLVEMENT!

hey, that's me!


Jesse - Sep 22, 2010 8:10:40 am PDT #25425 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Yeah it is!!