Yes, like an average old lady would be working on her knitting, she could be doing leather maintenance, tsking over a pulled rivet or frayed lacing.
Played with Kaylee. Sun came out, and I walked on my feet and heard with my ears. I ate the bits, the bits stayed down, and I work. I function like I'm a girl. I hate it because I know it'll go away. The sun goes dark and chaos has come again. Bits. Fluids. What am I?!
River ,'War Stories'
Natter 69: Practically names itself.
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.
Connie Neil - Mar 03, 2012 3:40:47 pm PST #25111 of 30001
brillig
Liese S. - Mar 03, 2012 3:58:57 pm PST #25112 of 30001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
That is the best idea ever.
OMG, you guys, I just had the most fun guitar lesson ever. I dropped off the Biscuit at his kennel for the week, and we're bartering the owner guitar lessons for kennel time, whoot! (Oh, remind me to tell Dave I bartered for the extra playtime, too.) Anyway, he's a fascinating guy, very visually oriented, and super precise. So he wants to know the WHY of everything.
So it's super great that I was his first teacher, because I'm better at that shit than Dave. But Dave will be better in the long run, but just getting started, it was good it was me. But it was so fun. He wants to play the blues. Refused to try anything in front of me, but thoroughly listened and made sure he understood everything I was asking of him, and then kicked me out so he could scurry upstairs and practice. So much fun when a student gets that excited.
hippocampus - Mar 03, 2012 4:06:28 pm PST #25113 of 30001
not your mom's socks.
for Jilli: [link]
Zenkitty - Mar 03, 2012 4:25:25 pm PST #25114 of 30001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
Gar, that's pure gold. Write the script, man.
Kat - Mar 03, 2012 4:26:13 pm PST #25115 of 30001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
RE: Limbaugh, My friend posted this
I find it curious that Rush Limbaugh has been married FOUR times and has ZERO children. In light of his recent comments that only sluts and prostitutes would need birth control, this leads me to believe one of two things. Either his wives find him as offensive as I do and refuse to sleep with him ( which may explain his overall crankiness) or the man is shooting some serious blanks!! Any thoughts?
hmmm.....
DavidS - Mar 03, 2012 4:27:39 pm PST #25116 of 30001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
hmmm.....
You don't want him on your team, Kat.
Matt the Bruins fan - Mar 03, 2012 4:35:09 pm PST #25117 of 30001
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand
Well, I don't want him on our team, but given that Kat is a woman I can see how the thought of him only being into men would be an attractive option...
DavidS - Mar 03, 2012 4:37:29 pm PST #25118 of 30001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Well, I don't want him on our team, but given that Kat is a woman I can see how the thought of him only being into men would be an attractive option...
Fair point.
Dangit, I made the mashed potatoes too good. Yukon gold, butter galore, minced garlic, salt and pepper. But I need it to make veggie shepherd's pie tomorrow. It's full of carby goodness tonight.
Connie Neil - Mar 03, 2012 4:38:09 pm PST #25119 of 30001
brillig
He is often shown in pictures sucking happily on long, thick cigars and smirking. Nauseating man.
edit: Limbaugh, that is. Not the man with the heavenly-sounding mashed potatoes. Carb enabling fiend.
Steph L. - Mar 03, 2012 4:58:50 pm PST #25120 of 30001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
I keep picturing Angela Lansbury as the kindly dominatrix who brings pie to parties and gives advice to the desperate while softening up her new whip.
You don't even KNOW.
In 100% unrelated news, Tim and I just got back from dinner and Graeter's with Kate P. and her hubby, and the Family Flea (preceded by hitting the comic store with Kate and Mr. Kate). After Graeter's, the fleas headed for home and Kate and Mr. Kate and Tim and I walked around in the mid-30-degree weather looking at shops and sharing random trivia about the area. Then we wised up and realized we didn't need to be out in the cold and headed our separate ways.
For dinner, Kate had a muffaletta that we agreed would not pass muster with the die-hard muffalettistas, but know that we were thinking of you all.