No, no, no, sir. No more chick pit for you. Come on.

Riley ,'Lessons'


Natter 70: Hookers and Blow  

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 - Apr 19, 2012 7:23:28 pm PDT #1759 of 30001
brillig

I remember that scarf they made out of golden orb silk. Stunningly beautiful.


Atropa - Apr 19, 2012 8:17:56 pm PDT #1760 of 30001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

SO not clicking Billytea's link. No.

I would love to visit Australia. Just with no spiders.


billytea - Apr 19, 2012 8:21:33 pm PDT #1761 of 30001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.

I would love to visit Australia. Just with no spiders.

I recommend southern Australia. (Incidentally: Sydney has the genuinely venomous funnelweb spider, but in all the visits I have made to Sydney in my forty-plus years, I have never seen one outside a zoo, not even once.)


Burrell - Apr 19, 2012 9:05:07 pm PDT #1762 of 30001
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!

The spider in question is a golden orb spider, or Nephila.

Really? Because I was going to go with Acromantula.


Beverly - Apr 19, 2012 10:00:27 pm PDT #1763 of 30001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

Spiders fascinate me. Over *there*.

Have a wonderful trip, sarameg!


hippocampus - Apr 20, 2012 1:40:44 am PDT #1764 of 30001
not your mom's socks.

Funnel web was caught in the house where I was staying. Fun times.


meara - Apr 20, 2012 1:57:40 am PDT #1765 of 30001

Ugh, creepy as fuck and still mad adrenalized.

Woke up a few minutes ago to hear this loud repeated banging/thudding sound. Couldn't figure out where it was coming from or what it could be--was it from the townhouse next door? Why would someone be repeatedly dropping or throwing a large object at 3:30AM?Hoped it would stop, since it woke me up.

Then suddenly the doorbell started ringing, repeatedly. I thought "is it a neighbor? Is the house on fire?" and came downstairs, looked out the peephole...and saw someone in a black helmet (like a skater helmet). And I said "WHO IS IT?" and he said "me". And I was like "WHAT DO YOU WANT?" and ...he walked away. But then a minute later as I was still looking out the peephole, he walked back up my porch, opened the screen door, and looked about to start ringing the bell again, but then walked away. I was like "WTF, where is he going? To go bust in someone else's door? Or one of my windows? Is he drunk or crazy? WTF"

Ended up calling 911 and they said they're sending cops to come look (from my peephole, I can tell he's not still on my porch, but not if he's gone). But freaky scary. And now I can't sleep (plus the cops are supposedly calling or knocking once they've looked, and no idea how long it'll take before they're here).

GRRRRR. Don't fuck with me crazy people.


Sophia Brooks - Apr 20, 2012 1:58:49 am PDT #1766 of 30001
Cats to become a rabbit should gather immediately now here

While we are promoting our favorite religious orders, I have to plug the Sisters of St. Joseph, who, at my college, were all Ph.Ds and scholars-- very smart and kind. Sadly, I am pretty sure the goup in rochester will die out in the next 20 or so years. I think the youngest one is in her 0's by now.

I would have become a nun, for the very worst reasons, had I been Catholic. The professors lives seemed perfect to me- study, work, help people and have no worries about a roof over your head, clothes on your back, etc. Although I did actually hear that their families had to buy their clothes, not the order and they gave their salaries to the order.


Sophia Brooks - Apr 20, 2012 1:59:42 am PDT #1767 of 30001
Cats to become a rabbit should gather immediately now here

That is really scary, meara. Good to call 911!


Laura - Apr 20, 2012 2:01:08 am PDT #1768 of 30001
Our wings are not tired.

Yikes! Waiting for follow up, meara. I hope they found the scary person.