'War Stories'
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.
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.
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.
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.
Obviously this means I need to buy a sword. You know, for practical reasons.
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.
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.
I often want to poke things that are just out of reach. Starting to be sad I sold all my swords.
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.
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.
Now I feel inadequate using a broomstick to turn my fireplace on and off like a chump. The only "sword" I own is katana letter opener. Which I do use frequently, but it is wee.
Waiting on a class to learn how to do this sleep study thing. Trading Adderall for methylphenidate, mentioned I have been having trouble staying asleep -> sleep study and blood draw. Already did the draw. Might get a flu shot on the way. Ack to my car, since I'm here. Whee.