Gunn: The final score can't be rigged. I don't care how many players you grease, that last shot always comes up a question mark. But here's the thing. You never know when you're taking it. It could be when you're duking it out with the Legion of Doom, or just crossing the street deciding where to have brunch. So you just treat it like it was up to you—the world in balance—'cause you never know when it is.

'Underneath'


Natter 74: Ready or Not  

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.


aurelia - Jun 24, 2016 7:18:10 pm PDT #23653 of 30003
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.

I'm very tempted to splurge on the hotel for the first day of my vacation trip. I can do that if I do Motel 6 types for the rest of the trip, right?


Atropa - Jun 24, 2016 8:23:46 pm PDT #23654 of 30003
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

Pete loathes surprise parties, clap&sing ambushes at restaurants, all of that sort of thing. He'd probably have the same sort of reaction as Bev's DH. But he loves *planning* that sort of thing, which works out because I am one of the few people we know who likes surprise parties. There have been years where people have asked me what I'm doing for my birthday, and I've answered with "No clue! I'll find out on the day, probably".


Jesse - Jun 25, 2016 3:48:21 am PDT #23655 of 30003
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

I'm not one for staff singing at restaurants, but I'm still a little cranky at the not-cheap restaurant I took my mom for her birthday for not doing anything. I put a note in the reservation! The host at least could have said HBD to her.


aurelia - Jun 25, 2016 5:53:38 am PDT #23656 of 30003
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.

My parents told a server it was my birthday and it turned out all the wait staff were opera singers. It was mortifying because EVERYONE in the restaurant stopped to pay attention, but it was also amazing to hear HBD, in Italian, sung in a really powerful baritone.


lisah - Jun 25, 2016 6:39:10 am PDT #23657 of 30003
Punishingly Intricate

I like surprises!


Strix - Jun 25, 2016 6:45:35 am PDT #23658 of 30003
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

I am on the deck of my friends' house in the Ozarks, watching 8 hummingbirds fight over the feeders, and drinking coffee.

We're going to the river this afternoon, and then doing an escape room thing this evening, followed by grilling and sangria. It's just me and DH with our friends, and our 3 teens: 13,14 and 15.is the 7th year in a role we've done this, but the first time with just the big kids and not a bunch of littles. It's pretty awesome.


Laura - Jun 25, 2016 6:51:54 am PDT #23659 of 30003
Our wings are not tired.

I love surprises. Although not signing and clapping in the restaurant.

The best restaurant birthday ever was my 30th. I was working for an interior design firm in Fort Lauderdale and we went to our favorite nice French restaurant for birthday lunch. (it was the kind of office where eating out for lunch was a frequent thing) One of my coworkers had given me a "21" card as a joke and when the waiter saw it he clapped his hands in excitement and bent over and kissed me. On the lips! We all laughed hysterically at his enthusiasm.


Laura - Jun 25, 2016 6:52:38 am PDT #23660 of 30003
Our wings are not tired.

That sounds wonderful, Strix! Enjoy.


Zenkitty - Jun 25, 2016 7:55:00 am PDT #23661 of 30003
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.

No singing and clapping at restaurants! Only fun cards and none of that "this makes you feel bad so it's funny!" kind of funny either. My family does gag/silly gifts a lot, but we have our own rhythm about it; we do it at Christmas not birthdays, because it's for everyone to share and laugh about. You have to know a person to know what will be funny. I don't know if I'd like a surprise party, I've never gotten one, but I doubt I would. I don't do well with sudden things.

"Oh, no, we want to sing for you!"

So sing. Since it's clearly not for me, I don't have to be there.

And I mentioned it later to Tim: "That was SUPER nice of your brothers to dial down the volume on the 'Happy Birthday' at the restaurant. I might have died otherwise." He said, "Yeah, they kind of hate it, too, but didn't want you to feel neglected."

Aw, that's sweet!

I am very anti-embarrassment.

100% anti-embarrassment. Mine or anyone else's. Can barely stand to watch it on television.

sara, glad the Tribble came back safe and sound!

If you need a little heartwarming, may I recommend the HBO doc Suited?

Thanks for the rec!

then doing an escape room thing this evening

Oh, cool! I did an escape room last weekend for the first time and it was really neat! Have fun!


meara - Jun 25, 2016 8:10:54 am PDT #23662 of 30003

100% anti-embarrassment. Mine or anyone else's. Can barely stand to watch it on television.

Oh, I"m very in the "watch from the hall" contingent.

So, it's Pride weekend! And I am slightly hungover. Ugh. Things that did not help: hella early sunrise, neighbor mowing (??) at 7AM. Hoping my advil will kick in soon. BUT, it was a very random and interesting evening: went to the trans march, but afterward it started pouring down rain. Luckily ran into a friend at that point and got some food for a while, until it wasn't so rainy. Then went home (yay living nearby) and grabbed a coat, and hit up my usual friday night dance. A friend said he'd meet me there, and we planned to hit the lesbian bar after that. But apparently either I got there just early enough, or the doorman knows me well enough that I got in free, but when my friend showed up he had to pay $10! So we chilled there, but then he didn't want to go pay for the other bar also. But I had bought a weekend pass, so I went there anyway, by myself. When I got there it was pretty darn empty. I saw one person I only vaguely know (we met many years ago, but mostly see occasional FB posts?). And then she got up and went away, but since I saw no one else I knew, I plopped down at the table she'd been at and introduced myself to her friend. Sat there chilling with them for a while, which was entertaining, and then some girl grabs my shoulders and is like "She's NOT ignoring you, she just has to use the bathroom, she'll be back!" and I"m all "Whaaaa??" Then the girl was like "OH! You are not Betsy" so we chat for a minute--the "not ignoring me" girl was Betsy's ex. And was super cute. Sadly seemed very uninterested. But I ended up hanging out with her friends for a bit, and they said they'd point out Betsy at some point. And a few minutes later, someone else wanders by and said "aren't you coming to the basketball thing?" (there was a hoop and some kind of challenge?) and I was like "...no? Also I don't know you?" and lo and behold...someone ELSE who had just met Betsy and then thought I was her! So now I had to go have her pointed out to me and introduce myself. We DO have very similar hair (curly/brown/chin length), but I didn't think our faces looked much alike? But now i want to meet her again when I'm sober?? Then there was some booty-shaking with the new friends, and eventually stumbling home...