Angel: He is dead. Technically, he's undead. It's a zombie. Connor: What's a zombie? Angel: It's an undead thing. Connor: Like you? Angel: No, zombies are slow-moving, dimwitted things that crave human flesh. Connor: Like you. Angel: No! It's different. Trust me.

'Destiny'


Natter 77: I miss my friends. I miss my enemies. I miss the people I talked to every day.  

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.


JenP - Feb 14, 2024 6:46:08 am PST #28662 of 30000

Susan, Woo Hooters! (Love that.)

Wow, so cool to see so many peeps "posting-in" -- love that, too.

tl;dr--its been a fairly harrowing two weeks involving a friend just finally diagnosed with bipolar.

I am (and he's is) so grateful for an amazing group of friends and a son who are rallying in many ways for him (divorced and lives alone). Day 1 of a step-down partial hospitalizatin program today which looks really good, and he is doing a thousand times better than two weeks ago.

There is so much else, but I will process it with my therapist, who is awesome.

I am just hoping for a day where I can concentrate and be chill while I work today.

Starting with a delicious cup of my new chai tea, effing right.


sj - Feb 14, 2024 7:49:16 am PST #28663 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

I have finally woken up enough to realize there is a vase with three red roses on the kitchen table and called TCG to thank him. He must have hidden them in the basement yesterday. And I'm assembling his and ltc's Valentine's gifts while drinking a Amor latte from my local place. I have no memory of what I actually bought either of them but I'm hoping I have enough that I don't have to run out and get anything else.


Matt the Bruins fan - Feb 14, 2024 7:59:41 am PST #28664 of 30000
"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

Yay Susan! Excellent news!


JenP - Feb 14, 2024 8:42:33 am PST #28665 of 30000

Amor latte from my local place

Details? l love the name.


sj - Feb 14, 2024 9:27:06 am PST #28666 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

Jen, the full name is Amor De Mis Amores and it is Brownie Truffle flavored.


msbelle - Feb 14, 2024 9:59:24 am PST #28667 of 30000
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb

Ugh trying to write up a counseling for an employee that has made other employees uncomfortable by asking personal questions, spending too much time chatting with them, looking at them as they walk in the halls, and then recently partially blocked an exit so an employee would have to pass closely to them. It’s so clearly edging to harassment but then is also not overt enough to check any clear boxes. Never asked them out, never used innuendo.


JenP - Feb 14, 2024 10:29:04 am PST #28668 of 30000

Ugh, indeed. People suck.

sj, that sounds fabulously delicious.

At the vet with the cats. It was so easy to get them into their carrying cases. TOO easy. They're planning something...


Cass - Feb 14, 2024 11:41:38 am PST #28669 of 30000
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

It's not currently sexual harassment (from what you said) but it is definitely harassment when blocking to cause others to pass closely.

People do suck.


Calli - Feb 14, 2024 2:49:08 pm PST #28670 of 30000
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs

Glad to hear the good news, Susan!

I hope your dad recovers quickly, shrift.


Beverly - Feb 14, 2024 3:25:22 pm PST #28671 of 30000
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

DH is in the hospital with a kidney stone(s) and a bonus staph infection. The ER faffed around and finally found him a room at 9pm, so I headed home, and managed to hit something in the road the headlights didn't pick up and blew a tire. The tow driver was going to change it for me, so I could just drive it home, but that wouldn't work because in fact I blew both right tires. Yay? So he put the spare on the rear so he could dolly it home and it's now sitting, wounded and glaring at me when I walk by. The tires are guaranteed, one just has to take the one flat off the car and retrieve the other from the trunk, put them in the back of the...oh, wait. There's mysterious paperwork to be found and taken with, ghods know where that is. But eventually the tire place should replace them both, free. So DH has a few amusements waiting for him. Meanwhile, I have groceries, and a neighbor has volunteered to take me to the hospital to pick up DH when they release him and bring us both home. Phone calls and voice mails and texts back and forth keep me posted on his progress. Calls are the most fun--he's a little loopy on pain meds. They did a procedure yesterday to crush and ensmallen the stone(s), results remain to be seen. Meanwhile, the drugs are fun. Send some ~ma his way if you can spare it.

Susan, wonderful results! Benign is FINE! Hugs to Sophia and Laura, and anybody else who needs one. Also cheers and congratulations to those who've earned them. Kudos for endurance and determination to the rest of us.