Smart kids, Rick!
Giles: Stop that, you two. Riley: He started it... Xander: He called me a bad name! I think
it was bad; it might have been Latin.
'Selfless'
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.
Jesse - Oct 28, 2015 5:17:01 am PDT #7954 of 30003
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
sj - Oct 28, 2015 5:18:50 am PDT #7955 of 30003
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Smart kids, Rick!
Seconded.
-t - Oct 28, 2015 5:19:15 am PDT #7956 of 30003
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Well, okay then, kids of Rick. That's a strong argument.
I do love taking the train, but it is pricey and takes a long time. Sometimes that's fine, but not always, alas.
Right now I am in a mood to stay home and not go anywhere at all for a while, but that won't last, probably. I like to make the travelling to wherever part of the vacation and not part of the prep, if that makes sense, whatever my mode of travel. Sometimes that is easier than others.
I got a Sugar Pie Squash in my produce delivery this morning. If these are the Not!Pumpkins that we have been warned are in everything, I am totally not concerned. Looks like a pumpkin to me. I won't know for sure until I cook it up, but I am betting it tastes like a pumpkin, too.
Jesse - Oct 28, 2015 5:21:04 am PDT #7957 of 30003
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I really feel like any winter squash is pumpkin-y enough when you eat it. Butternut, acorn, buttercup, whatever.
-t - Oct 28, 2015 5:37:31 am PDT #7958 of 30003
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Agreed.
Pumpkin is just another winter squash, isn't it? Is there something special about it botanically?
Zenkitty - Oct 28, 2015 5:38:48 am PDT #7959 of 30003
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
His name should be Donald Trumpet. I'm calling him that now.
Minor surgery accomplished. Surgeon complimented me on how brave I was, which I think means, "you didn't flinch and nearly knock a scalpel in your eye." Having numb eyes feels weird.
I took the whole day off, because I knew I wouldn't feel like working with my eyes all wonky, and it's raining, and I may just go back to bed and sleep off the effects of my nervousness.
-t - Oct 28, 2015 5:41:57 am PDT #7960 of 30003
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Whoa, numb eyes sounds weird! Glad it went well, Zen. Sleeping sounds like the right call.
Unrelatedly, I can never recognize the Word icon on my, whddayacall-that-thing, toolbar? I want it to just be a big W and it isn't.
-t - Oct 28, 2015 5:59:21 am PDT #7961 of 30003
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Huh. Last week my boss asked me to schedule time with her to discuss a project, so I did, and she turned my event into a meeting with several other people, so now it looks like I called a meeting. I hope I'm not expected to, like, run this meeting because I don't actually know what it's purpose is.
Calli - Oct 28, 2015 6:01:57 am PDT #7962 of 30003
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
Glad it went well, Zen.
I asked, and no, they don't know what the President is or how you become one. But they do know that Donald Trumpet is not the right choice.
Some things you just know.
Matt the Bruins fan - Oct 28, 2015 6:05:19 am PDT #7963 of 30003
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand
I've never flown first class. I think I enjoyed my first flight, but that was a combo of novelty, excitement, and the happy coincidence of the friend who booked separately being seated on the same row as me and my traveling companion. No pressure-induced cluster headaches, mechanical difficulties, waiting on standby, TSA hoops, or flying through a tornado with a drunk lolling on my shoulder at that point.
Whenever the San Francisco f2f was, I think that debacle was my last air travel. It left me firmly committed to taking extra vacation days and driving anywhere I need to go on this continent.