Kaylee ,'Jaynestown'
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.
OMG, do not even mention the Colts stealing away in the middle of the night around here. The rants never end.
Shoveled the sidewalks earlier with my neighbors, now it is time for wine night. Might prove...interesting. There's a very very recent breakup that We Are Not To Discuss, but you know how wine goes with that.
My cats are crashed out again. I think me being home is exhausting (even if they didn't try to kill me today.)
My cats are crashed out again. I think me being home is exhausting (even if they didn't try to kill me today.)
Probably so. I've been working at home for as long as Mycroft has been around, but whenever S. works from home it's all OMG MONKEY IN THE HOUSE PLAY WITH ME NOW CAN I SIT ON YOUR KEYBOARD HERE'S MY BEST MOUSIE TOY ME ME MEEEEEEE.
Is "nes" the correct form for plural male? (I can't do the cool accent mark)
I believe so.
I believe so.
Yay, I feel smart to have deduced that. (small things amuse me)
I think part of the reason I don't say anything is that I literally just want to scream "Munchausens by Internet!" And not explain the whole story.
Bwaha!
Yes, this is me. I sometimes don't bother to explain the whole story because I feel it should be explainable in three words.
OMG, do not even mention the Colts stealing away in the middle of the night around here. The rants never end.
Whereas most people in San Diego don't even recall that the Clippers didn't always play in LA. Might have something to do with why they went away, I suppose. (I honestly don't remember, happened when I was really little. But, seriously, LA, do you really need TWO Bball teams?)
I really hate these charming old-fashioned single-pane windows. I have the thermostat turned up to 75, and it says the current temperature is 60.
Well, I wasn't eaten by zombies but I stopped hearing from Abel halfway through my run and the Mission doesn't register as complete. I am disappoint.
Oh, please. You want a sports grudge? DO YOU???
I have witnessed (and generally agreed with) most of the grudges mentioned above. I have fought unsuccessfully my ability to develop and hold a grudge for decades. Oh well, I am a work in progress. Recognizing it is an improvement, right?
I was just telling a beloved colleague last week that one of the reasons sports are so sacred to me is that it's one of the rare outlets in life where I can just be INSANE about whatever - grudges, DH, asshole players, perceived slights, and it doesn't matter.
In all other areas of my life I try to be reasonable, unbiased, nonjudgmental, open-minded, etc. But in my sports fandom I am absolutely none of these things. I froth at the mouth in fits of enraptured idiocy and self-righteousness and it's some of the largest fun I have. And none of it really matters. But all of it matters.