Home inspection~ma, sj.

I kinnda dislike zombies since my last nightmare, but other than this it sounds like a cool dream, Tom.

The owners have cleaned all the things with so many chemicals that I cannot breathe. I appreciate that they wanted us to see the house nice and clean.

I recommend visiting New Orleans and staying in a B&B that has a hot tub.

YES ME TOO. Not for nothing, but I came across an awesome article about many of the reasons I love it here: [link] (I also posted it on FB last night.)

{{Maria}} thinking about you today.

Good luck, sj!

If any Buffistas have a hot tub or a big whirpool bath, pay for my travel and I will clean your house or other tasks, as long as I can spend two hours a night in your hot tub/bath with a bottle of wine. MMMK?

Big hot tub, lots of wine. Tons of crap that needs organizing. IJS

My dear brother sent me an awesome email for my birthday. Paraphrasing, "I hate the phone so I am not going to call you. Here's a link to the Decorah eagles you might enjoy. Love you." Fortunately our mom doesn't like the phone either so calls are short and to the point.

It's kind of weird. I have come to loathe most forms of digital communication. Posting boards within a very narrow bandwidth, facebook, and some email are about the only forms I can tolerate effectively any more.

I stopped using IM (does anyone IM anymore?) at least 7 or 8 years ago. It was too overwhelming to log in and have 6 different people immediately start a conversation (which is not to say that I am awesome; they were probably just bored). For the same reason, I have FB chat disabled.

I loathe the phone, which Tim gives me shit for. He's my go-to "hey, can you call Brian about Friday night?" person. He told me I need to start calling people more. I told him that's why email exists.

D's parent's have a nice hot tub they don't use anymore, and as soon as I get the yard cleaned up a figure out if I can hook that bitch up without a huge outlay of money, I WILL CARRY that damned thing from Iowa to Kansas.

Because of the demographics of our neighborhood, we once tried to decide if we put a hot tub in the backyard (if it weren't just stolen), who we would be most likely to find in it when we got home from work: hipsters, hobos, or the local gang. Although now that our next-door neighbor joined the Cincy Rollergirls, I think it would be her, to soothe her Derby-abused muscles.

I use IM at work all the time, but never outside of that.

And also with the phone-loathing.

I still IM. Though it's like LJ: people have moved on, and it's sad. Still, a few people I talk to when I'm not crazy busy.

This New Orleanian has a deep clawfoot tub, and any Buffista who can get here is welcome to soak in it.

Reason #176 to get my ass to NOLA.

Big hot tub, lots of wine. Tons of crap that needs organizing. IJS

Laura, I will do it ALL for a the price of a plane ticket, nights off in the hot tub and a bottle of wine per night.

One day, we will be able to afford a honeymoon. ONE DAY! (me and Dan, not me and Laura and smonster. Although that'd be fun, too!

We can get fake-gay married -- wait, if three women marry each other in states that don't recognize gay marriage, and 2 of them are legally married to menit's not illegal bigamy, right? Just...confusing? -- and go on our honeymoon! But no sex, honies; I'll have a headache. It'll be an open marriage so we can help smonster score a nice girl or boy.

I maybe need to expand my biz services: HOT TUB & GOOD BATHTUB OWNERS! WILL WORK FOR TRAVEL FARE AND TUB USAGE!

Last night I dreamed I visited Jilli in her mansion/castle!

Was is called Manderley?! That sounds like a fun dream!

I stopped IM'ing a few dead computers ago. Couldn't remember the log-in stuff, and did not care enough to get Daniel's help. After several months I realized there was only one person I really lost that way - technically we have the ability to contact each other through a board, and I have her email, but it just was not how we communicated best.

call it rom com brainwashing or such.

Why would it even have to be related to rom coms? Sometimes you just look at the people in tour past, and you miss some of them. Of course, maybe I'm brainwashed and I don't know it, but I periodically reach out to people in my past, both male and female. Sometimes it sticks, sometimes it doesn't, but it's not usually related to anything romantic.

Each of the methods of communication has its place, including video chatting. Video chat really puts my father at peace, and he doesn't have to talk to me as much if we do it over video, *and* he will initiate it (he never calls or emails or texts). My sister and I can also video chat for an hour and a half easy. It's a simple way to bring us into the other person's day to day life more closely. We walk each other around our apartments, and make phone calls and stuff.

Some people my entire communication is chat behind a Scrabble game, some people it's email, some it's texting, some people it's IM by appointment during a TV show. Everybody's different.