You have the emotional maturity of a blueberry scone.

Giles ,'Touched'


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.


DavidS - Jun 15, 2012 10:19:49 am PDT #9851 of 30001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

Lego Haunted House Set

Sweet!

There is also a Vampire Castle as part of that line, Jilli.

Also sweet!


Theodosia - Jun 15, 2012 10:22:12 am PDT #9852 of 30001
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"

I missed Mom. OTOH, the pups are now curling their tails. Right now they're enormous heads on tiny unsteady bodies.


Ginger - Jun 15, 2012 10:25:11 am PDT #9853 of 30001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

to organize some kind of fannish convention and call it Rubicon.

That's the name of the convention in Sharyn McCrumb's Bimbos of the Death Sun.


Atropa - Jun 15, 2012 10:30:37 am PDT #9854 of 30001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

There is also a Vampire Castle as part of that line, Jilli.

grabbyhands

also reads the sell-text, gets to "Enter Vampyre’s castle and rescue the world from eternal darkness!"

That ... is funny to me for a LOT of reasons, but I will merely say that someone I no longer speak to and very actively avoid goes by the 'nym of eternal darkness.


Atropa - Jun 15, 2012 10:30:54 am PDT #9855 of 30001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

But I do want a LEGO vampire to sit on my desk!


Nora Deirdre - Jun 15, 2012 10:37:55 am PDT #9856 of 30001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

He told me to just drive the wrong way up to the next light, and if anyone objected, tell them officer Hector told me to do it. "Thank you for visiting our city," he beamed, and he patted the top of my car like it was a long-lost puppy.

Awww! (files the name officer Hector away for when pulled over by the police.)

New York and New Orleans are the two places I most feel like an intruder as a tourist.

I think that locals aren't suspicious of tourists per se, but tourism in general. For example, folks think Bourbon Street is gross and its popularity is baffling and the misconceptions around Mardi Gras are always annoying. Tourists who spend all their time in the FQ getting drunk are usually not the most interesting folks, but encountering a tourist out in one of the actual neighborhoods (Garden District does not count) is usually a very friendly affair.

New Orleans folks, I've found, are super cautious about "outsiders". In many ways, and on many levels. There's currently a post-K repopulation of young white professionals, some of whom who claim to love New Orleans, and then proceed to bitch about everything that makes it special (noise, music, black people, fatty foods, re-routed traffic because of 2nd lines, etc.) See also: the temporary closing of the Bywater institution, Bacchanal, when a recent transplant homeowner complained about the music noise and the parking.


Lee - Jun 15, 2012 10:42:01 am PDT #9857 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

But I do want a LEGO vampire to sit on my desk!

I think I need the swamp creature.

What are people doing this weekend? I need to burn some vacation time, so I am taking a 5 day weekend. Saturday is haircut and errands, Sun-Tuesday is a spa and casino in Reno, and Wednesday is staying home in my inside pants.


Scrappy - Jun 15, 2012 10:47:32 am PDT #9858 of 30001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

DH is away on his motorcycle trip until Sunday night, so I am skating, working, cleaning the house, doing laundry and gardening. Really hard to imagine a more tedious list.


flea - Jun 15, 2012 10:49:27 am PDT #9859 of 30001
information libertarian

Father's Day (bacon and french toast; going to WF in a couple of minutes to procure bacon), farmer's market, maybe the Natural History museum.

Casper painted a painting for mr. flea for Father's Day, in acrylic on an actual canvas, with a title taken from the last chapter of Trumpet of the Swan. Dillo painted a wooden birdhouse. Yes, we visited Michael's this week.


Jesse - Jun 15, 2012 11:08:11 am PDT #9860 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Errands, maybe Avengers tomorrow, preparing to spend Sunday and Monday nights at the folks', since my mother is traveling for work.