We're not gonna die. We can't die, Bendis. You know why? Because we are so very pretty. We are just too pretty for God to let us die.

Mal ,'Serenity'


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.


Liese S. - Oct 05, 2012 11:03:29 am PDT #24630 of 30001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."

I love the fact that you're familiar enough about clothespins and their use to *be* picky.

My opinion, let me show you it! But seriously, a good clothespin makes a difference. And hanging laundry out to dry changes that part of the chore to something I enjoy. Plus our weather is so lovely we can do it basically all year, and now that the "temporary" line is on the deck under cover, I can even hang laundry out in rain or snow. Since the equinox, I get northeast sun slanting in to the deck, so I get both sun on the line and cover, at the same time! As long as I do it early enough in the day, thus the load every other day methodology.

It's dry enough here that freeze drying is plenty dry.

I used to have a little hanging bag like that dress, only it was a kids' shirt. I think the old missionaries before us just sewed up the bottom of one of their kids' shirts when he outgrew it. But alas, it belonged to the house, and I had to leave it when I left.

So yeah, I should go bring in what's on the line now, huh?


Amy - Oct 05, 2012 11:04:57 am PDT #24631 of 30001
Because books.

I use regular cheapo clothespins to close chip and cereal bags, and they're great for crafts with kids.

Chicken French

Is that different from Chicken Francaise?


Sophia Brooks - Oct 05, 2012 11:06:53 am PDT #24632 of 30001
Cats to become a rabbit should gather immediately now here

I don't know- this is it: [link] There is also Artichokes French.


msbelle - Oct 05, 2012 11:11:20 am PDT #24633 of 30001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb

egg custard [link] mmm with fresh nutmeg on top. I think I will make some tonight.

man, y'all are making me really want a clothesline. I want an umbrella style one that cranks up higher and spins.


Calli - Oct 05, 2012 11:41:58 am PDT #24634 of 30001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs

Apartment living interferes with any external clothesline ideas I might have. Although we do have a neighbor who hangs clothes to dry from his balcony. (Also bunches of rope he finds. Yeah, I don't even know.) I'm not quite up for that. But I do have a drying rack for my bras and sweaters.

Egg custard = pudding?

Insomnia hit me again last night. One of the nice things about living with a cat--if I slump down on the sofa and pet him at 1:30 am, he's all, "I loooooove you, human! I'll totally eat you last! Puurrrrrrrrrrrr!" It doesn't quite make insomnia worth it, but at least someone's happy.


SuziQ - Oct 05, 2012 11:56:40 am PDT #24635 of 30001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame

I hang dry most of my shirts, but just from hangers cause I don't have room for a clothesline.

I'm still stunned that we woke up to snow. It is only October 5th...wtf?!?!? It has melted already, but SNOW.

Finally, Buffistas rock like a rocking thing that rocks. I love being a part of this community.


le nubian - Oct 05, 2012 11:58:37 am PDT #24636 of 30001
"And to be clear, I am the hell. And the high water."

My mind is blown. I had no idea what an egg custard was.


-t - Oct 05, 2012 12:06:07 pm PDT #24637 of 30001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration

I read somewhere that pudding (in American usage) is custard thickened with starch, but when I wanted to make pudding and tried to look that up again, I couldn't find it. So possibly it was a dream.

Was dreaming about dim sum and specifically the ones filled with custard last night, so clearly that's the kind of thing I do dream about.


Steph L. - Oct 05, 2012 12:18:00 pm PDT #24638 of 30001
It's actually been a really hard year, when you stop and do the math. Eliot would cry, too, if it didn't take him seventy minutes of therapy, two cocktails, and a Sondheim medley before he can experience a human emotion through the haze of his PTSD.

One thing I actually miss about my old apartment is the heat, which tenants didn't control (or pay for). It was always an inferno, so I could dry jeans on a drying rack in my living room in a couple of hours.

Takes a little longer here.


msbelle - Oct 05, 2012 12:18:38 pm PDT #24639 of 30001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb

I currently dry my clothes on these out on the patio or in the mud room if it is raining. [link] I used them inside in NYC.