Love isn't brains, children, it's blood, blood screaming inside you to work its will.

Spike ,'Sleeper'


Natter 68: Bork Bork Bork  

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


sarameg - Aug 30, 2011 4:59:12 am PDT #22960 of 30001

I still have no power (I am at work.) I brought all my needing-charge stuff in to charge it. Will be buying ice unless Sandra calls to let me know we have power.

I was very nice to the customer service lady for BGE that I talked to last night, but let her know that the poor communication from BGE was making things worse, not better, and the lack of visible workers, or ones who just drove through the hood and didn't know we had no power, well, that made us mad. Yes, I've been trolling for linemen. I see a truck, I WILL go interrogate them. My neighbors find this amusing.

Spent a couple hours at B&N, came home. A was home, we had cocktails on the deck. S came over to use my shower (she has a tankless water heater so no hot water) and then the mechanic called to tell me my car was ready. The original rotor finally crapped out. So $90 in parts cost a whole bunch more in labor. Picked up the car, went to half price margarita night.

Met a bunch of neighbors who I only knew by sight last night on McKewin. They know each other because they have dogs. So that was nice.


flea - Aug 30, 2011 5:11:16 am PDT #22961 of 30001
information libertarian

Well, damn. The husband of a family we knew from the park in Durham died the other week, of melanoma. Three little kids, ages 8, 6, and 3. He had a spot removed in 2000, and the risk of a recurrence after 5 years was 1%. It came back in 2006, and went to stage IV in 2008, and he managed to hang on for 3 more years, which is really incredible. The family was not really "my people" - WAY extroverted - but really good people. A nice writeup: [link]


lisah - Aug 30, 2011 5:16:15 am PDT #22962 of 30001
Punishingly Intricate

My car is having close to $1000 worth of work done right now. Yay. Still, way less than a new car and I have power at home so I can't complain!


Jessica - Aug 30, 2011 5:27:19 am PDT #22963 of 30001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset

This is a pretty stunning photo essay about childrens' bedrooms around the world:

[link]


sumi - Aug 30, 2011 5:32:12 am PDT #22964 of 30001
Art Crawl!!!

flea - what a shame.


ChiKat - Aug 30, 2011 5:33:38 am PDT #22965 of 30001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?

This is a pretty stunning photo essay about childrens' bedrooms around the world:

Wow. That is amazing. Parents, keep a copy of this link to show your kids when they complain about how hard their life is.


Amy - Aug 30, 2011 5:33:50 am PDT #22966 of 30001
Because books.

This is a pretty stunning photo essay about childrens' bedrooms around the world

The juxtaposition of the first two photos alone is worth the look.


Zenkitty - Aug 30, 2011 5:45:55 am PDT #22967 of 30001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.

Both the first two photos were heartbreaking, in entirely different ways.


Ginger - Aug 30, 2011 6:21:04 am PDT #22968 of 30001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

Sarameg, have you checked BGE's outage status page and twitter feed? They seem to be doing a pretty good job of keeping it updated.

I'll admit that my kneejerk response is always to defend the power company, but there's no reason why an individual crew would know whether your power is out. They go where they're sent, according to a formula designed to fix the failures that affect the most people first. I know that's small comfort when you have no power and a refrigerator full of food.


§ ita § - Aug 30, 2011 6:25:15 am PDT #22969 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Wow, breakfast potatoes. I love breakfast potatoes.

I'm on call Labour Day weekend, and I don't know how to fix anything. I don't even know how to supervise fixing anything. I don't know who fixes anything. I'm not sure what they think they're achieving by doing this. But there are only two of us reachable by phone, apparently, that weekend.