Play suspended?
River: They weren't cows inside. They were waiting to be, but they forgot. Now they see the sky and they remember what they are. Mal: Is it bad that what she said made perfect sense to me?
'Safe'
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.
shrift - Jul 12, 2015 6:29:01 am PDT #779 of 30003
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
Dana - Jul 12, 2015 6:33:54 am PDT #780 of 30003
"I'm useless alone." // "We're all useless alone. It's a good thing you're not alone."
Only briefly. The covers are already back off.
-t - Jul 12, 2015 7:26:57 am PDT #781 of 30003
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
In order to have my meal plan determine what I need to shop for based on my pantry inventory, my recipes all have to be in the same units as my pantry. Which makes sense, but took a while to make happen.
Forgot to eat breakfast. Way to manage the food supply, self. (To be fair, breakfast is supplied in the sense that it is in the fridge, it's just not, you know, cooked and eaten, Sigh)
Zenkitty - Jul 12, 2015 8:02:10 am PDT #782 of 30003
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
I forgot to eat both breakfast and lunch, and I'm still not hungry.
sj - Jul 12, 2015 8:27:29 am PDT #783 of 30003
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
I look forward to the day that I can forget a meal again.
Lee - Jul 12, 2015 8:30:31 am PDT #784 of 30003
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I just went and bought all the things at TJs, including Jesse's biltong jerky. My refrigerator actually looks like one a functioning adult might have.
Steph L. - Jul 12, 2015 8:39:02 am PDT #785 of 30003
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
My refrigerator actually looks like one a functioning adult might have.
In the summer, when we get home from the grocery store, our refrigerator is a produce-splosion. I think about 1/3 of today's list is produce. Nom.
Lee - Jul 12, 2015 8:52:18 am PDT #786 of 30003
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I actually don't have that much, because I am trying to incorporate walking up to the neighborhood produce store every couple of days into my routine.
-t - Jul 12, 2015 9:18:32 am PDT #787 of 30003
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
I just made coffee. Finally.
Shopping list is made, will have to put on outside clothes to make groceries. Maybe after lunch. But I moved a bunch of stuff that I won't be eating this week to the freezer to make room for what I buy today, so that's good. And I don't have CSA delivery this week, so I don't have to worry about that.
I have ten things to cook sous vide and 11 things to prepare some other way. Only four really need to be done today, but the more I get done now the less I'll have hanging over me after work during the week. We'll see how it goes.
Not to mention the cleaning etc.
Weekends. Not nearly long enough.
Zenkitty - Jul 12, 2015 9:44:03 am PDT #788 of 30003
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
Major pet peeve: people coming to my house and changing things without asking me. You think it should go somewhere else? You think it's not important where it lands up? You think it looks better a different way? I don't care. Leave it the way it was. Don't change anything without asking me.
That area rug? Yeah, it really is supposed to overlap the carpet, not be centered neatly on the wood landing, and you'll find out why when you step your bare foot on the exposed tacks at the edge of the carpet. And I'll laugh at your pain, and tell you maybe you'll stop moving my stuff around. (That's at my sister, who can't stop rearranging my house.)
My pine trees? Don't fucking cut a single branch without asking me if I want them cut. Especially don't cut five feet of branches off from the bottom before I even see what you're doing. And then ask me to pay you for the work? Get the fuck off my property. (That's at the workman who I hired to trim shrubs and who decided to take shears to the trees too. I was so mad. I think I scared him. I'm still mad. The trees are very tall and they'll be fine, and the branches might eventually grow back in a couple years, but damn it, now I've lost the privacy they gave me. Who fucking does that anyway?)