Always room in the cranky corner, Cindy. And whoever else, feel welcome.
Remember planning the DC F2F, when I said I'd probably be out in the stairwell while the festivities were going on? And then somebody else said they'd be in the stairwell too, and so on, and so on. I think it was 50/50 stairwell/hospitality suite there at one point. (spoiler) it was fine. No stairwells were inhabited at DC F2F.
ETA: Vortex, Ginger, Deb and I did scare a middleaged white guy in a Mr. Businessman suit in the elevator though. Good times.
I delurked in November 2001. It was a whirlwind romance and we were F2Fing just a few months later.
I must have delurked much later, because you were a fixture, Plei, by the time I was posting.
-t, thank you. I didn't mention it before, because I'm hardly here, but when I saw the death notice, I just got ticked.
Is anyone watching Rachel Maddow? I love her, but sometimes, I need a shorter intro. I think she spent the first four miutes on Hurricane Hugo (from 1989).
P.S. everyone, there's not only room in the cranky corner, I think I found some saltines, too.
I will join the cranky corner, though at the moment it's mostly work sending me there, but I'm sure life will also help it right along.
But I'm posting from a plaaaaaaaane which always seems so magic
Love to all the Buffistas, today and always.
Texting my neighbor about weather, abbreviating as HurFlo. She had her phone set to read text to voice, cause she's at the fam farm, was prepping vegs in the kitchen with all her relatives.
Apparently some old old school repressed midwestern men are blushing & the female contingent are laughing their asses off at them.
Well, I
was
going to take a bath, but a spider the size of a quarter just scuttled down the drain as I went to start the tub.
Well, I was going to take a bath, but a spider the size of a quarter just scuttled down the drain as I went to start the tub.
The one from LotR lives on our back porch. So I'm only using the front door until winter. (Seriously, it is SO fucking big. Not cool.)
Mr. Loomy leaves for ten days tomorrow, to do the artist-at-gaming-events thing.
It is peak spider season.
One native to this area is named (IIRC, but there's no way I'm googling to make sure) Gigantic House Spider.
I've promised I will not try to solve any spider problems with hairspray and a lighter while Mr. Loomy is away.
I've only seen one spider in my apartment in the two years I've been here. I said "You're going the wrong way," and it scuttled into obscurity.
