I want to torture you. I used to love it, and it's been a long time. I mean, the last time I tortured someone, they didn't even have chainsaws.

Angel ,'Chosen'


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.


erin_obscure - Feb 17, 2013 10:29:13 pm PST #11747 of 30001
Occasionally I’m callous and strange

oops


Calli - Feb 18, 2013 1:10:32 am PST #11748 of 30001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs

Once leftovers make it into the freezer, they rarely make it out again before a big freezer cleaning, for me. Except chili. I try to make big batches of things that I can take to work for lunch.


Jesse - Feb 18, 2013 3:42:10 am PST #11749 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

I love having stuff in the freezer, because it means I can eat a variety of things without cooking again.

I can't believe I was not spoiled for Downton, except in that I had read Dan Stevens saying he wouldn't be in season 4, so I knew something would have to happen at some point, and every time Matthew said how in love he was, I wondered how they were going to get to a divorce...


Laura - Feb 18, 2013 3:43:47 am PST #11750 of 30001
Our wings are not tired.

My freezer skills are lacking. Mostly I need to label stuff because I can't tell what has been there years and what I carefully portioned out last week. I am the only one in the house that would actually look at the freezer for food. The rest of them are only interested in instant food gratification.

Please only use your ladder improperly while sober.

This! Of course I have a very limited ladder capability due to height issues. Attics are neat though! When we were kids we played in the attic, including digging into trunks of old clothes and conducting actual plays.


sarameg - Feb 18, 2013 4:12:07 am PST #11751 of 30001

It is in the interest of no one to ask me to deal with a PC first thing on a monday morning. NO ONE.


sumi - Feb 18, 2013 4:42:42 am PST #11752 of 30001
Art Crawl!!!

I am pissed about the Downton Abbey thing.

Luckily, the Good Morning Kitten is adorable (are adorable - there are two) today.


Matt the Bruins fan - Feb 18, 2013 5:50:25 am PST #11753 of 30001
Oh honey, the mentally unwell people have been in the fanbase since Game Changers was Stucky fanfiction on the internet. The calls have been coming from inside the house the whole time!

Weird dream last night wherein I was a college-aged surfer dude building a log cabin-style beach house with pals and fighting against the corrupt developer who was building condos on the next lot and wanted our construction torn down to increase his property values. They must have made a movie about this in the 80s, right?


tommyrot - Feb 18, 2013 5:54:59 am PST #11754 of 30001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

They must have made a movie about this in the 80s, right?

Probably.

Was the corrupt developer dressing up in a monster costume to scare you away? Because then it'd be an episode of Scooby-Doo.


Sheryl - Feb 18, 2013 6:05:58 am PST #11755 of 30001
Fandom means never having to say "But where would I wear that?"

Timelies all!

In Logan airport waiting for our flight and soaking up the free intertubes.


JZ - Feb 18, 2013 6:46:18 am PST #11756 of 30001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.

News of Matilda's World:

Yesterday, while at my dad's doing laundry and gardening, I suggested we go down to the basement to vacuum some of the dust off the very dusty but gorgeously well constructed, probably-worth-more-than-our-car couch my dad has no use for and is giving us to replace the ratty ugly uncomfortable one in our apt, to get it ready for the switch. Instead of cheerfully agreeing, as she usually does to any fixit expedition down to the basement -- the CA ranch house version of an attic, full of books and baby clothes and old car magazines and a pool table -- she burst into howling sobs and collapsed in a heap, wailing, "NO DON'T CHANGE THAT COUCH THAT WILL NEVER MAKE ME HAPPY I LOVE OUR COUCH."

"You love that [horrible] couch?"

"I love it SO DEARLY!"

Then, after she'd recovered, she decided her toes needed names. They are, moving in from the baby toes: Bob and George, Lightning and Thunder, Mitty and Sasha, Pointer and South Pointer, and Bob and Jing-Bob.