Buckle up, kids! Daddy's puttin' the hammer down.

Spike ,'Touched'


Natter 67: Overriding Vetoes  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, nail polish, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


hippocampus - Jan 30, 2011 12:39:32 pm PST #20042 of 30001
not your mom's socks.

cold from two weeks ago has boomeranged back with an awful cough and the feeling that something is sitting on my chest in order to use my head as a drumset. Is this fair? It is not fair. All my upright time was spent on snowdays, and school is closed for planning meetings tomorrow. If it snows again Tuesday night, I may go completely mad.


beth b - Jan 30, 2011 12:56:03 pm PST #20043 of 30001
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!

congrats, Kathy

I'm sorry, Sox.

.I want to take a nap but the cats decided to divvy up the bed territory for themselves and not me.

the sofa worked for me


sarameg - Jan 30, 2011 1:08:06 pm PST #20044 of 30001

Happy birthday, Anne!

Congrats on the one mile, Kathy. Hey, are you starting to sport bruises on the back of your hands from hitting the lane markers? I swear, I get at least one a week, more if I get stuck sharing with a lane hog.

Pretty lazy day here. I actually did NOTHING for a whole hour! Now all the bedding on the futon, including pillows is in the dryer and apparently the canvas of the futon makes Loki kuh-ray-zee. The other cats are avoiding him. Speaking of which, I really think the 2 days of telecommuting reset Devi's relationship to me. She's being very cuddly, and more talkative. A lot like she used to be before I inflicted Loki on us. She wasn't unhappy before (well, not after a month or two) just even more aloof, and she was pretty snotty to begin with.


Strix - Jan 30, 2011 1:25:13 pm PST #20045 of 30001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

Hrmp. By the time I call it quits tonight, at about 9, I imagine, I will have worked 75 hours this week.

DO. NOT. WANT.


DavidS - Jan 30, 2011 1:32:11 pm PST #20046 of 30001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

Norwich, England: City of Book Lovers.

Are y'all tired of the snowpocalypses? This seems like it's the worst winter in a long time.


Kathy A - Jan 30, 2011 1:36:38 pm PST #20047 of 30001
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil

Hey, are you starting to sport bruises on the back of your hands from hitting the lane markers?

So, that's where they're coming from!! I've had them on both the outside and the inside of my middle finger, right above the knuckle where it joins the hand.

I was pretty lucky today and able to get in 22 laps of the 33 before I had to start sharing with someone else. I try not to be a lane hog, and was happy that I got in all but 4 of my backstroke laps before I was joined in the lane, because I tend to veer into the middle of the lane if I'm not careful while doing the backstroke.

Yay for snuggly Devi! And hah at crazy Loki. Amarna had the crazies earlier, but it only lasted a few minutes. She did managed to get her claw into my thumb while she was flipping out though.


Anne W. - Jan 30, 2011 1:36:42 pm PST #20048 of 30001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.

We're supposed to get an icepocalypse. Not thrilled by this.


WindSparrow - Jan 30, 2011 1:37:48 pm PST #20049 of 30001
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.

Congrats, Kathy. You are amazing.

Happy Birthday, Anne.


§ ita § - Jan 30, 2011 1:46:21 pm PST #20050 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I found good pizza near me, but they don't deliver. Sadface. Still, if I get off my arse, it's there.


sarameg - Jan 30, 2011 1:53:36 pm PST #20051 of 30001

So, that's where they're coming from!!

Hahah! Yeah, mine are always in the triangle between my thumb and forefinger. Occasionally will get one further towards the middle of my hand. I whack it drawing my arm out of the water.