Sorry, Captain. I'm real sorry. I shoulda kept better care of her. Usually she lets me know when something's wrong. Maybe she did, I just wasn't paying attention...

Kaylee ,'Out Of Gas'


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.


Sue - Mar 24, 2012 9:04:40 am PDT #27987 of 30001
hip deep in pie

O msbelle. I understand how hard it is. Even being here years, It seems harder to make friends as I get older. (It doesn't help that I'm pretty shy.) And my married and sprogged friends I see less and less, as their lives get busier. Of course, I need to reach out more...


Consuela - Mar 24, 2012 9:09:26 am PDT #27988 of 30001
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix

Fuck, they stole my homemade chorizo at customs. Bastards.


Jesse - Mar 24, 2012 9:17:53 am PDT #27989 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Yeah, making new friends is super hard, and I have like no demands on my time!


Atropa - Mar 24, 2012 9:49:53 am PDT #27990 of 30001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

Tonight is going to be interesting. I'm going to the Seattle Mr. & Ms. Leather Competition. One of my friends who's in the kink scene wanted me to go with her, so I'm tagging along. Where I'm sure I will be greeted with a lot of "Oh, YOU'RE Elspeth's fairy gothmother!" comments.


Ginger - Mar 24, 2012 10:10:30 am PDT #27991 of 30001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

Consuela, if it had pork in it, they had to confiscate it.


Consuela - Mar 24, 2012 10:13:53 am PDT #27992 of 30001
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix

But I spent the last two weeks thinking how awesome it would be to share it. I understand the law, but I'm still really upset. Possibly because I've been traveling since o dark thirty and I'm only in nyc...

And now I have to log off for the next, last, flight. Argh. See yall on the flip side.


Ginger - Mar 24, 2012 10:27:33 am PDT #27993 of 30001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

I'm sorry, Consuela. It's actually one of the rules that makes sense, but I know you're disappointed. Coming back from Europe sucks.

(We haven't had hoof-and-mouth disease in the U.S. since the '20s, and we're trying to keep it that way.)


le nubian - Mar 24, 2012 10:35:57 am PDT #27994 of 30001
"And to be clear, I am the hell. And the high water."

Ginger, always bringing in reason...

So it looks like Penn State has been fucking up at least since 1988:

[link]

The finding by State College, Pa., psychologist Dr. Alycia A. Chambers, the therapist for one of Sandusky’s alleged victims, was contained in the internal Penn State files of a 1998 police investigation of the former coach for showering and bear hugging her client and another young boy in the school’s athletic locker room.


Strix - Mar 24, 2012 11:00:44 am PDT #27995 of 30001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

Ugh, ita !, thanks for the link. I popped on here for a five minute work break, and spent the next hour watching homecoming vids and sobbing like a baby.

I am such a weenie. (The Captain America one is made of awesome, and it didn't help that we watched the movie last night.)

Now, to clean the salt off my glasses and get back to work.


Steph L. - Mar 24, 2012 11:37:07 am PDT #27996 of 30001
I look more rad than Lutheranism

we watched the movie last night.

Which is made of awesome in its own way.

ION, I am a filthy sore mess. I decided to attack the weeds along the fence in the backyard before they got worse and we became Those Neighbors.

Goddamn motherfucking skunk cabbage. Lots and lots of skunk cabbage. Roots bigger around than my thumb.

But it's gone. Now I am eating a baked potato and then I am going to take a shower and collapse for a nap. Or possibly collapse for a nap and then shower.