'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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.
The power of stupidity is infinite.
In one of today's examples, DEA agents here evacuated an apartment building after they found an active meth lab in one apartment.
Flammable solvents were cooking on the stove. Just feet away from those combustible liquids, there were several candles burning in an effort to mask the smell of the meth lab.
It is true that an explosion and fire would successfully mask the smell.
Google's new logo is terrible, right?
I know too much.
Ooooooooh, I am burning with curiosity now!*
t /not a meth cook
Google's new logo is terrible, right?
I know too much.
Damn it, shrift!
I know too much.
What can we ply you with, shrift? Cookies? Kittens? Pr0n?
I want to say I don't like sans serif, but mostly I don't like change.
I just gave an underling something poorly written to fix, and let her think it was mostly the consultant who wrote it. It was mostly me! Well, actually, it was mostly other people, but I did a half-assed job of putting it all together. Which is why I asked her to take a run at it.
Google's new logo is terrible, right?
Change. Change Bad.
I know too much.
I deliberately did not look in your direction!
Change can be good. Google's new logo is terrible.
In our old house-converted-to-bad-apartments, the sketchy neighbors knocked on our door one day to ask Hubby if he might have a fire extinguisher. Hubby, the old fire-fighting warhorse, asked if he could help, but they were adamant about no one coming into their place. When the neighbors finally left/disappeared, there were burn spots in the ceiling above the kitchen and bathroom sinks. I never smelled anything weird, but the neighbors sure did the stereotypical physical decline of meth users.