Unrelatedly, if you've fractured ribs, how hard is it to get your shoes and socks on and off?
It's not so much difficult as painful.
Damn it! You know what? I'm sick of this crap. I'm sick of being the guy who eats insects and gets the funny syphilis. As of this moment, it's over. I'm finished being everybody's butt monkey!
Xander ,'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.
Ginger - Aug 18, 2012 3:51:41 pm PDT #18637 of 30001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
DebetEsse - Aug 18, 2012 4:23:44 pm PDT #18638 of 30001
Woe to the fucking wicked.
I am out of toilet paper, and I am not wearing pants. I should put on some pants and go buy toilet paper, shouldn't I, rather than leave it for tomorrow?
msbelle - Aug 18, 2012 4:24:14 pm PDT #18639 of 30001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
Yes, you probably should.
Polter-Cow - Aug 18, 2012 4:28:47 pm PDT #18640 of 30001
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
Unless you want to use your pants for toilet paper.
DebetEsse - Aug 18, 2012 4:29:02 pm PDT #18641 of 30001
Woe to the fucking wicked.
t sigh Fine. Be reasonable and grown-up and all that. I see how you are.
sarameg - Aug 18, 2012 4:33:39 pm PDT #18642 of 30001
MOTHERFUCKER. The outside gfi outlet? The one I had installed in 2009 and died in the 2010 blizzards? And that my dad replaced last October? Died again in last night's storms. At least this time I know the signs and how to replace it. It's in a fucking weatherproof box! Apparently NSM. I'm gonna put a condom over it. Or at least a ziploc bag. I NEED my outdoor lights, damnit. (The box is below deck, but feeds to one on the deck. When it fries, it takes out the deck outlet.)
I will let someone local know before I attempt to play with electricity, promise. Anna's expecting me around to go on our porches' roof to trim tree limbs later tomorrow, anyway.
I spent my day marketing and the usual shopping (plus extra CO2 bottle and goggles,) weepily listening to TAL's Rakoff sendoff, swimming, laundry and reading the Blogess's book.
ita, you'll let us B'moreans know if you've got availability, right? And if you're keen to stay in a cat-infested house, you are totally welcome, you'll even get a key to come and go at will... and the wifi password.
§ ita § - Aug 18, 2012 4:40:15 pm PDT #18643 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Absolutely, sarameg. Though, please move your city south in the meanwhile!
(Oh, and why get married near Christmas? I have to take time off to go home for that, and then time to go to your wedding? Whine, whine, whine...why is this wedding not all about ME???)
No, seriously--her wedding is the weekend The Hobbit opens (yeah, that's in my calendar). She is fucking lucky I love her.
sarameg - Aug 18, 2012 4:46:36 pm PDT #18644 of 30001
Since this is as far north as I'll ever move, I'll do what I can, but I have a mortgage, so I ain't moving. (And you lived in fucking Toronto. That cold for 4 days in Jan rivaled Prague's over 3 months!)
Ah good, I should be in town then.
Jesse - Aug 18, 2012 4:49:04 pm PDT #18645 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I've started watching Game of Thrones. Is it wrong that I kind of wish it were Kings instead?
§ ita § - Aug 18, 2012 5:08:17 pm PDT #18646 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
To be precise, I lived in Montreal.
I think that's technically colder.
Hmm. Now I have to look that up...yeah, never mind. Both too fucking cold for secondary sexual characteristics.
Disk #3 of the first season of Community. Such joy!