The kicker is, it has a high land/lease amount.
What does that mean?
Gunn: The final score can't be rigged. I don't care how many players you grease, that last shot always comes up a question mark. But here's the thing. You never know when you're taking it. It could be when you're duking it out with the Legion of Doom, or just crossing the street deciding where to have brunch. So you just treat it like it was up to you—the world in balance—'cause you never know when it is.
'Underneath'
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
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brenda m - Mar 10, 2011 3:12:36 am PST #17101 of 30000
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
billytea - Mar 10, 2011 3:13:51 am PST #17102 of 30000
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Something I've been meaning to post: Ryan's grandparents looked after him all day on Tuesday, the first time they did so since returning. It was a complete success, he apparently accepted them as his carers very happily, and gave them both kisses. We have unsubstantiated reports that he took his Grandpa by the hand and led him into his room to show off his radio/CD player. Which he then turned on so he could demonstrate some styling dance moves. Ther are further reports that his Grandpa joined in.
So the reintegration of our little family unit looks pretty successful. Ryan is a very lucky little guy. .
Sparky1 - Mar 10, 2011 3:20:37 am PST #17103 of 30000
Librarian Warlord
What does that mean?
The land is owned by one person, and the structure is owned by another. IOW, you buy the house but rent the land underneath.
We just got word that the father of one of the librarians I work for passed away yesterday. That means that *every* professional librarian I supervise here has had a parent die while I've been supervising them. Oi.
WindSparrow - Mar 10, 2011 4:10:34 am PST #17104 of 30000
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
We have unsubstantiated reports that he took his Grandpa by the hand and led him into his room to show off his radio/CD player. Which he then turned on so he could demonstrate some styling dance moves. Ther are further reports that his Grandpa joined in.
I'm not sure who is more adorable here, Ryan or his Grandpa.
Wrapping interesting things in plastic or tinfoil for a bit seems to work best.
Cats are so weird. I have not been able to make that trick work. Of course, Harvey is quite capable of opening Tupperware cannisters, and he is as stubborn as all of his Siamese forebears put together so aluminum foil is hardly a challenge for him. (I've had too many plastic-eaters to use that.) And the cats I had before him were pretty easy to show where we wanted them to scratch.
Seska (the Watcher-in-Training) - Mar 10, 2011 4:11:19 am PST #17105 of 30000
"We're all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?"
The land is owned by one person, and the structure is owned by another. IOW, you buy the house but rent the land underneath.
Ah OK - called leasehold vs freehold over here. Most apartments here are sold leasehold and houses freehold. Is that not the case in the US?
We just got word that the father of one of the librarians I work for passed away yesterday.
That's very sad.
WindSparrow - Mar 10, 2011 4:16:27 am PST #17106 of 30000
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Sparky, that's got to be tough. Peace~ma for that librarian.
Zenkitty - Mar 10, 2011 4:47:07 am PST #17107 of 30000
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
Cats are so weird. I have not been able to make that trick work. Of course, Harvey is quite capable of opening Tupperware cannisters, and he is as stubborn as all of his Siamese forebears put together so aluminum foil is hardly a challenge for him. (I've had too many plastic-eaters to use that.) And the cats I had before him were pretty easy to show where we wanted them to scratch.
They are! Tinfoil on the counters was totally unsuccessful as a means of keeping them off, it works better when I can wrap it around the forbidden thing so that they'd have to get their claws into it to move it. Percy eats "stiff" plastic, the kind that soda bottles come wrapped in. Just chews at it until he gets a bit to swallow. (Another reason why I stopped buying plastic bottles!) But he doesn't chew on plastic wrap. Guess it doesn't have that satisfying mouthfeel. But I do not complain, because neither of them has ever (knock wood) gone outside the box, and neither of them barfs except very infrequently and never on anything except the floor.
Ryan is a very lucky little guy.
He very much is!
smonster - Mar 10, 2011 5:39:09 am PST #17108 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Aw, Ryan and fam. So much cuteness and love.
smonster - Mar 10, 2011 5:42:26 am PST #17109 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
In less happy news, someone broke the hasp on a crawlspace door and stole the wire out of one of our houses at work. This happens on occasion, but it still sucks. Price of doing business in the hood
Vortex - Mar 10, 2011 7:08:39 am PST #17110 of 30000
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
For the record, I am not enjoying being a girl today.