In Florida they deal with drug smugglers, and get to guard Mar-A-Lago when the idiot is in residence.
Buffy: How was school today? Dawn: The usual. A big square building filled with boredom and despair.
Buffy: Just how I remember it.
'The Killer In Me'
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.
Laura - Nov 30, 2018 12:08:15 pm PST #2619 of 30019
Our wings are not tired.
Sue - Nov 30, 2018 12:10:51 pm PST #2620 of 30019
hip deep in pie
My nephew just took the aptitude test to apply to be a radio operator for the Coast Guard (it's what his mother does.) He failed this time, but so did everyone else?? He's now thinking about taking French until he can retake it.
Dana - Nov 30, 2018 12:27:40 pm PST #2621 of 30019
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.
Sheryl - Nov 30, 2018 12:56:38 pm PST #2622 of 30019
Fandom means never having to say "But where would I wear that?"
Timelies all!
It's Friday. Not that the weekend will be all that relaxing, with Mr.S being a 3 year old....
meara - Nov 30, 2018 2:25:41 pm PST #2623 of 30019
He's now thinking about taking French until he can retake it.
Is it in French, or do you just get like, bonus points on your application, or is he just going to take French for fun while he waits?
I had my first PT appointment today! Granted, he (and I) can't do much besides ice it and flex a bit, but he did do a little testing of how my foot (as opposed to my ankle) moves, and so on. So that was good. Made a whole bunch of appointments in the coming weeks. I'm sorta feeling like "fuck work! I'll go to PT when I want!"
Tonight my friends are supposed to be playing poker at a private cigar club another friend is a member of. I want to be there, hanging out with my friends, but I also don't want to put real clothes on, call a Lyft, hobble up the stairs, come home smelling like smoke...bleh.
Laura - Nov 30, 2018 3:03:50 pm PST #2624 of 30019
Our wings are not tired.
PT good. Do everything you can to help recovery. Sorry that everything takes so much more effort.
Random amusement: I went and got myself a box of wine and when the clerk asked me for ID I asked her if I was getting a senior discount. She looked so confused.
Random delight: Fixing dinner from what I found around the kitchen resulted in angel hair pasta with broccoli, langostinos, pumpkin seeds, and dried cranberries in a lemon pepper and olive oil sauce.
Random quandary: The jazz station I picked based on my search for Holiday Jazz has had a nice assortment of Christmas jazz and swing vocals prompting me to wonder if they thought I was searching for Billie Holiday type jazz and not just holiday jazz.
aurelia - Nov 30, 2018 7:49:52 pm PST #2625 of 30019
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
I can't keep up with the world. I had a show open Sunday and another one with first preview tonight, so I'm exhausted and trying to catch up on news and I'm just scratching the surface when the next thing happens. Mueller... a friend from grad school died... earthquake... 41 died...
I don't know how to react to anything.
Laura - Dec 01, 2018 4:19:34 am PST #2626 of 30019
Our wings are not tired.
It is overwhelming, aurelia. That is why I sometimes am forced to take media breaks. Too much.
Is it wrong that my first thought about Bush dying was that we would have to hear from the bogus potus how he was sure Poppy would be proud of how he was making America great? I have no particularly fond thoughts about H.W., but I do feel for the family. Without doubt we will have a eloquent, warm, and dignified response from all the former presidents, and self focused dribble from the current occupant. Unless they force him to stick with one written by someone else.
sarameg - Dec 01, 2018 4:36:10 am PST #2627 of 30019
I'd like to go 5 minutes without hearing or reading the name this morning. Today.
Jesse - Dec 01, 2018 5:11:19 am PST #2628 of 30019
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Days like this remind me of the time I donated white cells (? something) to a specific patient. The blood center had called me because I was a match for some kid with cancer or other sad story. So one Saturday morning, I go down there and prepare to spend like two hours hooked up to the machines. The good news is that they had TV, with a limited selection of channels. The bad news is Reagan had just died, so that was ALL THAT WAS ON TV. It was the worst. If only podcasts had existed then.