~ma, Susan!
((Pix))
Damn it! You know what? I'm sick of this crap. I'm sick of being the guy who eats insects and gets the funny syphilis. As of this moment, it's over. I'm finished being everybody's butt monkey!
Xander ,'Lessons'
Natter 75: More Than a Million Natters Served
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.
-t - Feb 02, 2017 5:12:51 am PST #6621 of 30002
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Matt the Bruins fan - Feb 02, 2017 6:15:22 am PST #6622 of 30002
"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
Good luck, Susan!
The hospital we use is Catholic Church owned, and there's a big cemetery across the street from its cardiac care wing. I always thought it was ironic to look out from the sun room and see smokers who couldn't light up inside congregated on the sidewalk in front of it. Sort of a "get used to the view!" type moment.
meara - Feb 02, 2017 6:18:00 am PST #6623 of 30002
Ugh. I have been sleeping terrible and having weird dreams and I think I am desperately in need of a new mattress. But going and getting one and dealing with getting rid of my current one seems like such a pain.
Connie Neil - Feb 02, 2017 6:34:31 am PST #6624 of 30002
brillig
There is a slight gap between my refrigerator and the end of the kitchen counter. Last night I dropped a piece of cheese into that gap and glared at it, because no way I could reach it with fingers or chopsticks or whatnot. I glared around my apartment for a moment, then went over and picked up one of my smaller swords. It reached beautifully, and I stabbed the offending piece of cheese and removed it. I may have waved it in the air triumphantly for a little bit.
Gudanov - Feb 02, 2017 6:35:59 am PST #6625 of 30002
Coding and Sleeping
Obviously this means I need to buy a sword. You know, for practical reasons.
Steph L. - Feb 02, 2017 6:46:46 am PST #6626 of 30002
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
I glared around my apartment for a moment, then went over and picked up one of my smaller swords. It reached beautifully, and I stabbed the offending piece of cheese and removed it. I may have waved it in the air triumphantly for a little bit.
This is GLORIOUS. You may have made my day with this story.
Connie Neil - Feb 02, 2017 6:47:05 am PST #6627 of 30002
brillig
Really, it's just a tool for those moments when you want to poke something just out of reach. It also works on the TV power button.
Zenkitty - Feb 02, 2017 7:00:25 am PST #6628 of 30002
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
I often want to poke things that are just out of reach. Starting to be sad I sold all my swords.
Connie Neil - Feb 02, 2017 7:10:05 am PST #6629 of 30002
brillig
I still have my two-handed bastard sword, called Present, which was a Christmas present from my beloved thirty years ago, and I have Sting hanging on the end of a book case. The sword I used for the cheese is a battered Knights of Columbus ceremonial sword I found in a thrift store.
JohnSweden - Feb 02, 2017 7:39:21 am PST #6630 of 30002
I can't even.
I love the sword stories, obvs.
I had ambitions a couple of years back about buying a good quality katana (for home use). The research is a little daunting.