Well, look who just popped open a fresh can of venom.

Xander ,'Empty Places'


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.


le nubian - Oct 21, 2011 1:45:04 pm PDT #2699 of 30001
"And to be clear, I am the hell. And the high water."

Liese,

make the lists in evernote, load the station wagon, and you have gaffer's tape.

It will all be okay.

Really.


le nubian - Oct 21, 2011 1:47:16 pm PDT #2700 of 30001
"And to be clear, I am the hell. And the high water."

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Jesse - Oct 21, 2011 1:52:59 pm PDT #2701 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

You can do it, Liese! Make the list! Load the wagon! Go go go! It will be fine.


§ ita § - Oct 21, 2011 1:59:04 pm PDT #2702 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Evernote is the bomb! It makes everything feel better. Go Evernote, enter Evernote.

Also gaffer (typed fagger, oops) and stuff.


Liese S. - Oct 21, 2011 2:00:46 pm PDT #2703 of 30001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."

Okay. Meep!

The band is high strung, so I have to get all the panicky out of my system now so I can be preternaturally calm when they arrive tomorrow. Part of it is that I can't set the venue until late tonight because it's in use. So I have all the "can't do nothin" energy rolling right now. I sold tickets! I printed signs! I reworked the lighting! I coordinated volunteers! I hauled gear! NOW WHAT?

Right. Make lists. Load. Gaffers tape.


Ginger - Oct 21, 2011 2:11:25 pm PDT #2704 of 30001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

What a mess, Jesse.

A friend's band has a 9:30 show tonight. I'm tired. I'm old. I'll get together the energy by then, but right now, I don't wanna.

Make lists. Load. Gaffers tape.

Pain killers.


Jesse - Oct 21, 2011 2:13:59 pm PDT #2705 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Ha ha ha. Now the guy who was going to show me apartments tomorrow just called to cancel because of a family emergency. I need to just settle on moving for Jan 1, and stop looking for a while.

At least it is time for me to go get a drink now....


sarameg - Oct 21, 2011 2:15:02 pm PDT #2706 of 30001

Rescue kitten was taken to the vet for shots and defleaing and to make a spaying appt since I was an idiot and didn't think to keep her from eating today.

My mother calls her Pumpkin. I'm refusing to call her anything.

The other cats met her. MK didn't notice (she hissed at him.) Devi got a mildly confused look on her face and went back to eating (wtf?!!) But Loki, oh poor Loki. He's fucking terrified of all 7 lbs of her. Ignoring him. He's now afraid to go into the basement. Such a fruitbat.


Consuela - Oct 21, 2011 2:41:59 pm PDT #2707 of 30001
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix

So is there gluten in soy sauce? I want to make a mess of bulgogi for my sister's birthday on Sunday, but one of the guests has celiac.

ION, I finally took the leap for a regular house-cleaning service. It was kind of embarrassing having the woman wander through my house and note all the dust and dog hair. Still, clean house! Yay!


§ ita § - Oct 21, 2011 2:44:43 pm PDT #2708 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

It was kind of embarrassing having the woman wander through my house and note all the dust and dog hair.

a) That's her job b) Unless I'm very mistaken, she's seen *so* much worse.

This is what I keep telling myself in order to gradually talk myself into getting a cleaner. Jesus. It better be true.

Okay! Home!

But I forgot to tell my manager I have a doctor's appointment Monday morning. Christ. Flake.