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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.
E is lucky to have you as his aunt!
I wish I had a robot butler right now. I woke up at 330 am starving and all the food is downstairs and I don’t want to wake up Bob just to fetch me a snack (especially now that there’s no reason for him to wake up and make sure I’m ok getting to the bathroom).
Robot butler would be good for that situation. I was going to suggest a helper monkey but we probably want to let sleeping monkeys lie. I hope you got back to sleep or something
Aw to E. I'm glad he told you, and knew he could.
I should be quoting what I'm responding to, I suppose, but y'all know who I'm talking to, right?
Helper monkey seems like fun until suddenly it wouldn’t be. Hope you did not starve to death overnight Lisah! Time to start hoarding upstairs snacks and drinks?
Oh, I like meara's thinking!
lisah needs a snack basket. Or a minifridge. Or a dumbwaiter.
Or a helper monkey who travels by dumbwaiter. Why has that never been in a movie?
Or a Rube Goldberg contraption like Pee Wee's breakfast machine.
A tiny little train that chugs up the incline of the bannister and dumps Chex Mix into her mouth.
It's a glorious morning in San Francisco.
EM is coming over to do paperwork and listen to me complain about the great insurance switcheroo and my tedious travels through phone trees, then watch me give a two hour tour of the now cleaned nerdhole (all 40 square feet of it), and then lay out my Less Janky aesthetic and life plan.
My body is thoroughly stiff from yesterday's pilates and I've got another session at 2 today. Sore!
Today's goal: get my friend Betty's bday package in the mail. As you all know, getting things actually into the mail is about as difficult as free climbing the north face of El Capitan.
Schrodinger's Senator. snerk.
I did not starve! But I am thinking about storing snacks upstairs.
I also thought dumbwaiter! But now I'm thinking a Wallace & Gromit style device to deliver buttered toast or something would be a fun project. For someone.
But now I'm thinking a Wallace & Gromit style device to deliver buttered toast or something would be a fun project. For someone.
Tim is always willing to tinker with mad science-style contraptions and shenanigans, but included in the fine print is that he cannot guarantee a delivery date. And by "delivery date," I mean "year."
Oh no! RIP Randolph Mantooth.