Random question for the hivemind: does anyone have strong feelings about Farmers Insurance?
Consuela, how do you like the clipless pedals? I am intrigued by them, but also scared.
And don't you ever stand for that sort of thing. Someone ever tries to kill you, you try to kill 'em right back! ... You got the right same as anyone to live and try to kill people.
Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Natter 71: Someone is wrong on the Internet
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.
-t - Feb 09, 2013 3:26:40 pm PST #10605 of 30001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Lee - Feb 09, 2013 3:33:31 pm PST #10606 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Want me to hit "remind [you] to play"?
Sure!
I changed lightbulbs! It only took me.
-t - Feb 09, 2013 3:34:39 pm PST #10607 of 30001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Bubba didn't help?
aurelia - Feb 09, 2013 3:38:27 pm PST #10608 of 30001
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
Reminded!
I changed lightbulbs! It only took me.
Nice productivity, but it's lacking as a punch line.
Tom Scola - Feb 09, 2013 3:39:55 pm PST #10609 of 30001
hwæt
How many Lees does it take to change a lightbulb? All of them.
meara - Feb 09, 2013 3:52:05 pm PST #10610 of 30001
Day of Rest, bitches.
Yeah, I had bad emo nightmares last night (kept waking up and feeling more upset), and slept until almost 11AM.
Though my last dream was kind of funny in retrospect...Brenda and I were in Mexico, but were taking a cab, and stopped at Walmart to buy food, and asked the cabbie to wait. And then we were trying to rush through, and couldn't find anything, because all of the food was in weird places, and they had hidden all the cereal on a secret second floor, except when I managed to get up there, there was a ballet or opera or something going on, and the cereal was even more hidden, and there were all these people in fancy clothes...and I was afraid the cabbie would take off...
Lee - Feb 09, 2013 3:52:20 pm PST #10611 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Bubba didn't help?
He tried.
Not unrelatedly, he doesn't like being locked in the bathroom.
-t - Feb 09, 2013 3:55:52 pm PST #10612 of 30001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Aw, I knew he'd want to help.
Hidden Cereal Opera at Walmart is intriguing, meara! I hate upsetting emo nightmares, though, blergh for that whole experience.
meara - Feb 09, 2013 3:58:12 pm PST #10613 of 30001
Hidden Cereal Opera at Walmart is intriguing, meara!
Yeah, it was a relief to wake up from a stressy Amazing Race-type dream, as opposed to a dream about the ex making fun of me, or being mean to me.
sarameg - Feb 09, 2013 4:24:03 pm PST #10614 of 30001
I hate those familiar-but-not-foiled dreams. When I'm oversleeping, I always have dreams in which I am trying to shower but am always thwarted. Bonus if it involves fighting with a family member to the point of tears, which generally doesn't happen IRL. Those come with stress.
Ironically, the latter proved helpful when my dad took unreasonable and batshit to 11 in Australia. Instead of engaging (because in the nightmares, that is always what I'm doing and it leaves me feeling helplessly frustrated,) I just shut down and walked away. It was still frustrating, but I was in control of it all. Well, of me. It scared me because it was behavior I do not associate with my father and I's relationship at all. It's what spurred me to have a come to jesus talk with mom over dad's health, so that was good.
Interesting locker room comments today. One, I got complimented on my 'great legs.' Which, I think I have good legs too, I'm just amused at how, in general, there's this GO SISTER! camaraderie in this Y locker room. Compliments flow freely and often and it's just...nice.
Other was someone asking about my accent. From someone who sounded to my ear to not have an accent (ie-same as me,) so I was a bit bewildered that she thought I have an accent! I just said NM to midwestern parents, with 4 years in NC and the last 16(!) here, and she nodded and said 'that explains it!'
Explains what??
Think I might start my taxes tomorrow. And do some furniture laundry. And dinner with friends.