Now you can luxuriate in a nice jail cell, but if your hand touches metal, I swear by my pretty flowered bonnet, I will end you.

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.


sumi - Dec 20, 2012 11:18:34 am PST #5220 of 30001
Art Crawl!!!

I just back from knitting and it's starting to hail here. Quite a bit windier and that wind is chilly.


sumi - Dec 20, 2012 11:19:14 am PST #5221 of 30001
Art Crawl!!!

BTW, I recommend today's Brothers Grimm related Google doodle. Particularly for the knitters amongst us.


tommyrot - Dec 20, 2012 12:13:57 pm PST #5222 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.

Looks like we're not going to see blizzard action until well after rush hour.

ION, this had me LOLing:

George Takei Congratulates You For Coming Out as Gay to Your Family

For a low fee, Conan show’s Andy Richter and his friends will come to your holiday dinner and out you as gay to your family. For just $1.95 more, George Takei will come congratulate you on being gay and welcome you to the “wonderful world of gay.”

If it's possible, I love Takei even more.


Sheryl - Dec 20, 2012 12:15:19 pm PST #5223 of 30001
Fandom means never having to say "But where would I wear that?"

Timelies all!

Gotta pack for Florida tonight.(Annual trip to see the folks rather than them coming to us.)


Consuela - Dec 20, 2012 12:24:36 pm PST #5224 of 30001
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix

Huh. People are weird.

I got a call a couple weeks ago from a guy who was looking for historic information about one of our sites; turns out one of his ancestors had worked there. I looked it up and realized that we had demolished our facilities there several decades ago, and we have nothing in our current files about it.

When he called me back, I told him we didn't have anything, pointed him to a well-researched amateur webpage with a lot of useful information, and gave him the telephone number of our organizational historian, who might have advice for him. (His best bet is really the National Archives, since that's where our old files go to die.)

What does he do next? He sends another email to the Big Boss, asking all the same questions I'd already told him we didn't have any information on. Of course, the Big Boss forwards the email to me, and we're back where we started.

Why do people do this?


Connie Neil - Dec 20, 2012 12:33:18 pm PST #5225 of 30001
brillig

Because obviously you're just foisting him off and someone else will obviously know more.

edit: it's fun when people start playing Tech Roulette to try and find someone who will give them an answer they like.


meara - Dec 20, 2012 12:34:08 pm PST #5226 of 30001

Ugh. So, my flight kept saying delayed, so at 1145 I left my house. By the time I got to the airport an hour later, it had been canceled. And now I am flying tomorrow night to Houston (on an airline I have no status on!!), getting in after midnight, and at 11am flying to Dallas, and then to Indy. Ugh. But I used reward points to book a room at the Houston Marriott, so there's that at least. Such a waste of time.


tommyrot - Dec 20, 2012 12:37:19 pm PST #5227 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.

Sorry, meara. Was the flight cancelled due to bad weather in Chicago?


meara - Dec 20, 2012 12:41:54 pm PST #5228 of 30001

Yep. The one before it was canceled too. And so everyone is rebooking like mad, and the flights were already pretty full, so...


Liese S. - Dec 20, 2012 1:04:27 pm PST #5229 of 30001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."

I think I'll be unaffected other than turbulence since it's a direct, but there is no plane at our gate yet, dunno where it was coming from of course. But I got here ridic early so it's not really time for it to be here yet. Prolly coulda met sara after all, but oh well. If I get stuck, I'm calling my Baltimoreistas!