Dana, is your lanyard in a pocket of your carry-on? That's where mine always end up hiding, even when I swear I've taken them out and put them in the Lanyard Box.
Well, a gathering is brie, mellow song stylings; shindig, dip, less mellow song stylings, perhaps a large amount of malt beverage, and hootenanny, well, it's chock full of hoot, just a little bit of nanny.
Oz ,'Beneath You'
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.
Atropa - Sep 01, 2015 4:05:03 pm PDT #4617 of 30003
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Dana - Sep 01, 2015 4:05:50 pm PDT #4618 of 30003
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.
Checked the suitcase, the travel purse, and the backpack even though I don't think I took the backpack last year.
msbelle - Sep 01, 2015 4:16:59 pm PDT #4619 of 30003
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
jacket pockets?
Dana - Sep 01, 2015 4:23:43 pm PDT #4620 of 30003
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.
There's no jackets at DragonCon!
Seriously. It's Atlanta in September.
I am calmer now and mostly packed. I'll buy a registration, and I'll pay a penalty for being stupid. I will survive without my fancy lanyard. I don't have to go to work for the next three days, and it's totally worth it.
Lee - Sep 01, 2015 5:14:23 pm PDT #4621 of 30003
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I am more tired right now than I have been in a very long time, like need to eat an ice cream bar at 5:15 so I could drive home on a sugar high tired, and the first 30 posts I read here were about going to bed early.
7:30 might be it for me.
-t - Sep 01, 2015 5:19:42 pm PDT #4622 of 30003
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Sleep well, Lee.
DavidS - Sep 01, 2015 5:28:48 pm PDT #4623 of 30003
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Google's new logo looks childish. It makes me think of first graders.
Dag, somebody got like a quarter mil just to tip that "e" up so it looks like it's smiling.
Juliebird - Sep 01, 2015 6:20:52 pm PDT #4624 of 30003
I am the fly who dreams of the spider
I am home and was able to smoosh Ply in relief (being gone three days longer had me really anxious about my cats) and am sending out smoke signals for Nunya (literally). Now that Ply has received her due scritchies and been assured that I am back, she has commenced my punishment by wandering off into the night.
Worst birthday ever, but hey, at least my car isn't a death trap anymore. The mechanics description of cars being catapulted if the driveshaft fell down into the pavement instead of up into the car itself was a frightening "almost" --not that the latter was comforting either.
Oh sweet blessed messy apartment, how I missed your solitude and cat-havingness.
Hil R. - Sep 01, 2015 7:20:51 pm PDT #4625 of 30003
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
I just unfollowed Critical Mass guy on Facebook. I didn't want to start anything by unfriending him, but I know that I'm just not good at ignoring stuff, so if I don't see it, then I can't respond. And the only things of mine that he ever responds to are math things, so we're good there.
Juliebird - Sep 01, 2015 8:01:34 pm PDT #4626 of 30003
I am the fly who dreams of the spider
Nunya greeted me for my third smoke signal with angry yelling. She did not appreciate my desperate hug. So I gave her the precious wet food I save for special occasions and now she's hiding under the futon. Wait, no she snuck out to eat some more. Wait, no, I don't know who that was. Ply is in my bedroom and Nunya is still cowering by the futon.
I had been worried that I hadn't left enough food, forgetting that they've recently started going on hunger strikes when I leave.
Now there's either a third cat somewhere crying like a ghost, or Nunya is still bursting into tears when I'm not looking. The house fan is on to get rid of the stuffiness and I can't figure out where the sound is coming from. It's not Ply as she came back to collect on her back pay of scritchies.
How much do I love that "scritchies" is part of auto detect spelling?
ETA that I'm still not ruling out a guest of the corporeal or incorporeal kind, but also cats are really fast, right? RIGHT?