I can never remember where Gen X begins and ends. I think I'm a little old to be part of it? Or definitely version 1.0 or something.
I don't give half a hump if you're innocent or not. So where does that put you?
Book ,'Objects In Space'
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.
Amy - Oct 03, 2011 1:14:41 pm PDT #29787 of 30001
Because books.
Jesse - Oct 03, 2011 1:17:32 pm PDT #29788 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
It's mid-60s through mid-70s, I think.
Ooh, sorry about Oz being an asshole, Sue. Yikes. At least when my cat pees on the floor, he just leaves it there?
hippocampus - Oct 03, 2011 1:18:12 pm PDT #29789 of 30001
not your mom's socks.
"the term generally includes people born in the 1960s through the late '70s, sometimes as late as the early '80s, usually no later than 1981 or 1982." from wikipedia
This day has been all about gronk. But! I mailed the letters to the Evil Bank of Evil (and the copies to all the agencies) and I hope this is the end of it. PHEW. Thanks so much to Maria and Le Nubian. You guys saved what was remaining of my brain.
Now all DH has to do is remember to start things up with the credit union.
Sue - Oct 03, 2011 1:23:54 pm PDT #29790 of 30001
hip deep in pie
At least when my cat pees on the floor, he just leaves it there?
The funny thing is that he never covers up anything in the litterbox. (A sign of asserting his dominance, the internet tells me.) But when he goes elsewhere, I never notice until the smell hits me.
shrift - Oct 03, 2011 1:25:21 pm PDT #29791 of 30001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
Sociopath in the hizzouse!
§ ita § - Oct 03, 2011 1:27:37 pm PDT #29792 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I can totally see how just about anyone here (including me) could be called pretentious.
And I can see how I could be called a sociopath, but seriously? Don't make me cut a bitch.
sarameg - Oct 03, 2011 1:28:36 pm PDT #29793 of 30001
I've been awake since far too early. I was in a mood. Then some kid barfed in the pool at a point in the swim that it wasn't worth it to wait for half an hour to finish. Besides, I am getting together with people at 7, and there wouldn't have been enough time. Which, now, because of mood, I don't feel like going. But I will. I just might bail early.
Allyson, also keep in mind the year is lurching painfully towards winter. Days are getting shorter and that can fuck with your head.
Allyson - Oct 03, 2011 1:43:42 pm PDT #29794 of 30001
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica
Man. I wish I could see me the way you guys do. It's a lovely vision.
Beverly - Oct 03, 2011 1:46:50 pm PDT #29795 of 30001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Allyson, the thing is, we're all screwed in the head, to one degree or another. If you meet anybody who's well-adjusted, effective, productive, AND happy in their life for more than a few months at a time, there's something seriously wrong with them. We're all living on one edge or another. It's knowing where our edges are and having coping strategies to keep from falling over, whether that's a therapist, friends, nose flute lessons, yoga, whatever.
Atropa - Oct 03, 2011 2:00:32 pm PDT #29796 of 30001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Beverly is wise. Very, very wise.
Can I be a cheerfully pretentious sociopath? Please?