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Natter 76: Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Foaminess  

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 - Nov 03, 2018 2:03:12 pm PDT #1514 of 30019
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty

Oh, also, I have a question: when you say NaNoWriMo out loud, how do you pronounce the I? Like in "write," which would make sense?

The friends of mine who've participated and had in-person gatherings pronounce the I like in "write." YMMV.


meara - Nov 03, 2018 2:27:22 pm PDT #1515 of 30019

Oh, I say nano-rye-moe in my head?


msbelle - Nov 03, 2018 3:06:54 pm PDT #1516 of 30019
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb

same as meara.


-t - Nov 03, 2018 3:34:39 pm PDT #1517 of 30019
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration

Me too


Jesse - Nov 03, 2018 3:35:54 pm PDT #1518 of 30019
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Obviously, that makes sense! OK, will re-train my brain.


sj - Nov 03, 2018 4:06:33 pm PDT #1519 of 30019
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

Same as meara.


Consuela - Nov 03, 2018 5:54:24 pm PDT #1520 of 30019
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix

yeah, na-no-rye-moe is how I say it.

Spent the afternoon wine-tasting and finished up with a great Mexican meal with awesome mole. So full. So of course I'm watching GBBO on Netflix.


WindSparrow - Nov 03, 2018 7:30:10 pm PDT #1521 of 30019
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.

Rye, because na-no-ree-mo sounds like a froofier, more sugary, and yet, less potent drink than a dacquiri.


billytea - Nov 04, 2018 1:20:10 am PDT #1522 of 30019
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.

Update: Ryan got full marks for his presentation, which is nice. Apparently he wasn't the only person scheduled for Tuesday who hadn't done their palm cards, but the others all piked out.

I told him about everyone's very kind comments here. His response was, "I'm a celebrity!"


Laura - Nov 04, 2018 2:38:18 am PST #1523 of 30019
Our wings are not tired.

Ryan is indeed a celebrity!

I've had very vivid and over stimulating dreams the past week or so. In particular the last two nights I still can remember. I've had to sit up and read for a while to get myself back to sleep.

The night before last was scary in a more depressing way. My office was in an urban environment with many small shops nearby. It was holiday time and I went wandering to check out the decorations in my neighbor shops. (I despise shopping so I think this was more social than anything) It was customary for people to take off their shoes in the shops so there was much taking on and off of shoes as I wondered about. Then I find myself in one store and I can't find where I left my shoes and searched for a long time with no success. Then I can't remember which way is back to my office and I don't want to wander the streets looking while barefoot. Fortunately someone knew who I was and called DH and he came and picked me up and carried me back to our office. It was super upsetting to be so lost and confused, but I did thank Brendon in the morning for being my knight in shining armour. He asked if he was in shape in my dream. Ha!

Then last night it was a sequence of two adrenaline spiked dreams. The first one was a spy caper thing where I figured out we were discovered and we fled in the nick of time. We laughed about it afterwards. Then right after that one I was hiking in the mountains, familiar mountains from previous dreams but not ones I have seen in person. We are hiking up a relatively gentle rocky slope and there is a closet like alcove with levers and dials and stuff which DH messes with out of curiosity. We continue hiking and are nearing the top when we hear rushing water and DH screams that he knows what he did and grabs my hand and starts running like hell down the mountain. We dive back into the alcove as the water cascades down as he has opened the dam. He reverses the levers and stuff and eventually the water stops, but not before we are convinced we are never going to survive.

Heart rate of about a billion so yeah, I got a few more chapters read in the middle of the night. So brain, I know life is pretty quiet and peaceful, but you don't need that much adventure.