I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT AN AXLE BOOT IS
You don't want your axels to get cold and wet when it rains, do you?
I think they're these rubber things that cover the axels' universal joints, so they don't lose their lubrication and wear out prematurely.
Can't you ever get your mind out of the hellmouth?
Buffy ,'Touched'
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.
tommyrot - Jun 30, 2010 2:35:17 pm PDT #9845 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.
SailAweigh - Jun 30, 2010 2:38:40 pm PDT #9846 of 30001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
(It's one of my favorite fanfics in any genre.)
Oooh, Kathy, which one? I'm always looking for really good NCIS fic.
DawnK - Jun 30, 2010 2:44:21 pm PDT #9847 of 30001
giraffe mode
hot hot heat
Scrappy you should head south with your new axle boots, it's been overcast and yekky all day here in Westchester. Yesterday too. June gloom for sure!
Hil R. - Jun 30, 2010 2:45:03 pm PDT #9848 of 30001
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
How does stuff like this happen? [link]
Mr. Perkins had just returned from a liquor-soaked golf weekend with colleagues in June of last year when he sat down in front of his laptop at his home east of London and started to place bets on Brent crude futures, according to a report by the Financial Services Authority. He continued to drink and place bets through the night, and by the morning of June 30, Mr. Perkins had placed more than $520 million worth of trades, at one point pushing the price of oil to $73.05, an eight-month high. The trades by Mr. Perkins were the main reason the price gained about $1.65 a barrel in just over two hours in the middle of the night, according to the report.
shrift - Jun 30, 2010 3:09:11 pm PDT #9849 of 30001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
I have Monday and Tuesday off as holidays. I have no plans other than eating my way through the enormous amount of fruit and veg in the refrigerator.
sarameg - Jun 30, 2010 3:11:00 pm PDT #9850 of 30001
When it becomes July 1st, do you:
I think, huh, birthday in 8 days. Weird.
I'm having a banana fauxshake for dinner. And maybe a slice of chicken.
Kathy A - Jun 30, 2010 3:15:47 pm PDT #9851 of 30001
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil
Oooh, Kathy, which one? I'm always looking for really good NCIS fic.
Anything from Emerald1 is good, but my favorite is Echoes of Goodbye. (She also writes some slash, but doesn't have it on her fanfiction.net page, which is fine with me since I don't read procedural tv fandom slash, just the occasional Buffy/Angelverse story.) My other favorite authors in NCIS fic are Enthusiastic Fish, ChannelD, and 88Keys has a few good stories (I like "One Wrong Step" and "Family").
SailAweigh - Jun 30, 2010 3:20:09 pm PDT #9852 of 30001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
I think I've read some 88Keys, not sure about the others. Thanks for the recs! I'll check them out this weekend.
Kathy A - Jun 30, 2010 3:26:43 pm PDT #9853 of 30001
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil
Enthusiastic Fish is my favorite. As well as being really prolific and tending towards novel-length stories (ETA: read her CIA series, so far three stories, in order--they are terrific), she writes terrific McGee angst as well as the occasional really goofy one-shot (her "Go Left!" is all McGee and DiNozzo dialogue, and it's hilarious).
billytea - Jun 30, 2010 3:32:05 pm PDT #9854 of 30001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
We're in winter here of course, so I have no hot weather concerns. We're having a cold snap, actually; it's been pretty unpleasant getting to and from work. (Of course, since this is Melbourne, it's still above freezing 24/7, so I realise my decision to break out the gloves may not generate waves of sympathy.)
Of greater concern is that Ryan has a chest infection. He has a bad cough that at its worst leaves him short of breath. His fever spiked yesterday at 39 degrees (102F). Poor boo had a disturbed night - nothing major, but he woke up a few times to fuss a little before settling back. This morning he threw up, probably from swallowing mucus.
Remarkable thing is that he's still in good spirits. He hates taking his medicine or having his nose wiped, but aside from that he's pretty cheerful.