Hey, preaching to the choir. I thought our Lady of the Perpetual Sea Breeze was the real deal until the Divine Miss J walked right through that door and right into my ass—which is where my heart is…physiologically. I could show you an x-ray.

Lorne ,'Time Bomb'


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.


Amy - Jun 07, 2010 10:52:03 am PDT #4854 of 30001
Because books.

Your childhood with Mrs. Mooney sounds like something out of a Judy Blume novel, Erin. Everyone should have a Mrs. Mooney for a while.


Ginger - Jun 07, 2010 10:59:56 am PDT #4855 of 30001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

There is only Scrabble. I grew up with Candyland, Life, Monopoly and assorted card games, but Scrabble is the only game I love. One problem with games based on chance is that my sister is much luckier than I am. The problem with Life was that I had to be a little pink pin, which I hated. (My hated of pink began very early.) The problem with Monopoly, which rather foreshadowed my later career, was that I usually bought all the utilities and went bankrupt.

A toast to Audrey Mooney; Mrs. Badenoch, who always had soft peppermints with green centers in a pressed glass candy dish and treated children as honored guests; Miss Lucy, who ran a small candy store just to be around children, and all the other grandparents by chance.


Strix - Jun 07, 2010 11:00:13 am PDT #4856 of 30001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

It was sweet. Her nephew lived in SF, and when he visited, he brought us tons of cheap stuff from Chinatown that we adored -- little silk coin purses, fans, dolls, paper garlands.

Her cat was this huge pampered white calico, very soft and fluffy and haughty. Her name was Sweetie.


tommyrot - Jun 07, 2010 11:12:29 am PDT #4857 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.

Giant eyeball sculpture in Chicago


§ ita § - Jun 07, 2010 11:17:51 am PDT #4858 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Liese, it's all yours!


msbelle - Jun 07, 2010 11:29:20 am PDT #4859 of 30001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb

I kinda want to get chutes and ladders for mac. the pictures would be a good visual for him of actions....consequences. I am so very glad that we have the old versions of many board games, like clue and milles bornes (which yes, we called mills borns) and mastermind. We will be starting a game night once a week in Texas with the grandparents. I am VERY excited.


SuziQ - Jun 07, 2010 11:32:28 am PDT #4860 of 30001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame

We just cleared out a bunch of games. I know we still have Backgammon, Mancala, chess, checkers...


Volans - Jun 07, 2010 11:34:47 am PDT #4861 of 30001
move out and draw fire

I was wondering if there is any way possible that Helen Thomas was just being old and crotchety

"I introduced Agnew to the ways of love, dammit! I can say what I want!"


Liese S. - Jun 07, 2010 11:48:59 am PDT #4862 of 30001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."

Awesome.


beth b - Jun 07, 2010 11:49:54 am PDT #4863 of 30001
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!

I used to play Life with kids I babysat for. I always lost spectacularly. I always ended with billions of children and no money