See how I'm not punching him? I think I've grown.

Mal ,'Shindig'


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.


smonster - Nov 07, 2011 4:55:56 pm PST #5281 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.

amyth, watching right now.


§ ita § - Nov 07, 2011 4:56:04 pm PST #5282 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I'm sorry, Suzi. I had to skim the mother stuff. I feel for you, but I absolutely cannot think about that right now--no pressure not to share. It's on me to avoid.

Uh, I played it either in my last semester of university or after I graduated, FWIW. With university students.

OMG, I just realised I've been having continual "I don't have enough credits to graduate, will they find out?" anxiety dreams. I hope now that I've realised it, they will stop.


sarameg - Nov 07, 2011 5:01:38 pm PST #5283 of 30001

Gentle memories to you, Suzi.

I'm laughing, but only because...cats, man.

Yes, this. When I had a bunch of friends over the last night the 'rents were here, Karen asked where Loki was, since she hadn't seen him and normally, he's all over her (loves her hair product.) After an in depth search inside of all the usual and unusual spaces, I was outside with a flashlight while my guest were inside.

10 minutes late, still in full search mode, he wanders down the stairs, blinking sleepily. I have no idea where the fuck he was. I covered all beds, closets, shelves, shoved clothes aside. He must have a bolthole into another dimension.

And then he hung out with the guests the rest of the night.


DawnK - Nov 07, 2011 5:03:40 pm PST #5284 of 30001
giraffe mode

Oh poor Dita! That's something our not-so-bright Siamese mix would do.

Steph I know exactly what you mean. If it were my cats, they'd only fight over it for a while, then both would explicitly ignore it for a year then begin the fighting phase again. This explains why there is a smashed large paper bag on our dining room floor.

Matt, here's to continuing on the road to feeling much better.

And does anyone IRL play it after high school?

I just polled my college sophomore and no they don't.


bon bon - Nov 07, 2011 5:03:55 pm PST #5285 of 30001
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.

I get really annoyed when they misplace themselves and in the middle of full-bore search, they find me first. I want to know where you went!


lisah - Nov 07, 2011 5:05:00 pm PST #5286 of 30001
Punishingly Intricate

I had an anxiety dream last night about not being able to apply filters to my project's action items spreadsheet correctly. I think I win for most boring dream ever. yay.


smonster - Nov 07, 2011 5:07:04 pm PST #5287 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.

I actually dreamed last night about trying OPI's Rainbow Connection. I think that's the first time I've dreamed about nail polish. I mean, I love the Muppets and I'm excited about the collection, but really?


Lee - Nov 07, 2011 5:08:04 pm PST #5288 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

I'm laughing, but only because...cats, man.

Oh, I am laughing now too. I just wish I hadn't emailed the house keeper before I found Dita.


Burrell - Nov 07, 2011 5:11:50 pm PST #5289 of 30001
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!

Poor Dita! And like Steph, I say that while I laugh.

On Sunday I had a similar thing happen. Discovered I left the back door open and got worried that one of the cats got out since she usually aims herself at open doors. Looked around frantically for her outside while Cody and Franny looked in the house. No luck. Then I found her curled up in Franny's closet.


Atropa - Nov 07, 2011 5:20:03 pm PST #5290 of 30001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

Poor Dita!

There was a time when Trinian had *vanished*. No idea where she had gone. We tore the house apart, freaked out, and were about to start looking outside (tho' there was no way she could have gotten out) when we heard her chirp. She had jumped into a large box, and the flaps had pushed back up, hiding her.