Can't drink, smoke, diddle my willy. Doesn't leave much to do other than watch you blokes stumble around playing Agatha Christie.

Spike ,'The Cautionary Tale of Numero Cinco'


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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


Connie Neil - Nov 09, 2014 1:04:06 pm PST #10090 of 30000
brillig

This year, for the first time, we've hit the drug co-pay limit. My pharmacist went, "Yay, look at that! Refill everything you can before the year is out!"


Dana - Nov 09, 2014 1:29:39 pm PST #10091 of 30000
I haven't trusted science since I saw the film "Flubber."

My mother, having had three surgeries this year, is having her knee replaced in late December, because why not? She needs it sooner or later, and god knows they've hit their numbers for the year.


Connie Neil - Nov 09, 2014 1:54:35 pm PST #10092 of 30000
brillig

We used to play "How early in the year can we hit the deductable!" 3rd week in January, one year.

Edit: I should make my company give me something for reducing next year's medical insurance bill.


-t - Nov 09, 2014 2:12:39 pm PST #10093 of 30000
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration

So at some point I need to try a properly poured absinthe.

Oh, hey, I recommend the absinthe service at, um, I'd have to look up the restaurant but it was in Vegas. Lee might remember. There were a lot of flaming vapors involved, pretty spectacular.

I guess semi-productive is about what I am managing. The lawn is sort of half-mowed and I have basically decided to buy a new lawn mower. The push mower just can't handle my grass unless it's already pretty short. At least with me pushing it. Of course, this time of year there isn't the greatest span of choices available, so I think I'm going to have to order one, so it's unlikely I will finish mowing the lawn today.

While I was out trying and failing to buy a lawn mower I at least got my grocery shopping done. Even that, while I got everything on my list I can't help but feel like I didn't get everything I need, somehow. Oh well.


Zenkitty - Nov 09, 2014 2:30:25 pm PST #10094 of 30000
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.

I remain sloth-like and dopey-brained. I mean, I feel pretty good, but if I don't dredge up some actual give-a-fuck in the next 12 hours, I might need to look into taking some sick time.


Burrell - Nov 09, 2014 2:39:31 pm PST #10095 of 30000
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!

Oh, hey, I recommend the absinthe service at, um, I'd have to look up the restaurant but it was in Vegas.

Heh. That right there is a recommendation.


-t - Nov 09, 2014 2:47:35 pm PST #10096 of 30000
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration

Good point!


Atropa - Nov 09, 2014 3:01:42 pm PST #10097 of 30000
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

Oh, hey, I recommend the absinthe service at, um, I'd have to look up the restaurant but it was in Vegas. Lee might remember. There were a lot of flaming vapors involved, pretty spectacular.

Ooooh.

But I have to be That Guy for a second: setting absinthe on fire isn't a traditional way of serving it AT ALL, and people who are Serious Absinthe Snobs get really cranky and elitist about it.

I am not a Serious Absinthe Snob. I have opinions about what I like, and approve of setting things on fire.


-t - Nov 09, 2014 3:09:31 pm PST #10098 of 30000
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration

As I recall, the fire was an optional bit that I could have declined for Serious Snobby or general anti-fire reasons. But I did not, because I am all about setting things on fire (in a safe and controlled manner, of course).


sarameg - Nov 09, 2014 3:22:56 pm PST #10099 of 30000

Flaming absinthe always takes me back to the bar/club/restaurant/gallery Radost in Prague and a flaming bar when a drunken newbie expat would inevitably freak a bit and drop the spoon...man, 18 years ago.