Though my favorite is meeting people who just presume that everybody who lives in a city is likely to be murderized the second they walk out the door. "I would never live in a city!"
So my SiL. It is annoying as hell.
'Life of the Party'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Though my favorite is meeting people who just presume that everybody who lives in a city is likely to be murderized the second they walk out the door. "I would never live in a city!"
So my SiL. It is annoying as hell.
One of the LJ spotlights this week is glittercupcakes. Anyone else think that Jilli should make an appearance? I'm so amused by their cute little girly cupcake squees!
Heee! Oh dear, I may lose some time to reading through that community.
blushes furiously at Fay's comments
Also, Jilli and Pete got me addicted to Mighty Leaf Tea (they are eeevil), and right now I'm having a blend of Chocolate Chip Truffle and Vanilla Bean black tea.
Mmmm. I think I need to order more tea soon, because I'm starting to run low on my chocolate rose mixture.
I hate the Big City = Imminent Death thing too. Once someone who lived in a suburb of San Francisco said to me, "You walk to the 24th and Mission St. BART Station? There are all those scary people and drug dealers there!
Wanker. Or rather, wankette in this case....
I watched some NASCAR this past weekend solely on the strength of an SGA fic called "Fireball." That's some serious cultural stretching. Though I'm always fascinated by the different set of commercials you see on sports than with everything else.
Nascar has some seriously funny commercials. The rest are an interesting look at what advertisers think comprises their audience, but the ones with drivers and such in them tend to amuse me far more than even Superbowl ads.
I started reading that and lost the link. I should find that story again and finish reading it.
eta: a verb
but the ones with drivers and such in them tend to amuse me far more than even Superbowl ads.
And by amuse she means porn.
She really does.
When we lived in Wyoming for a year (SMALL town Wyming, like 2,500 people), everyone who heard we had lived and worked in NYC was appalled. Did we have to carry guns on the subway? How many times had we been mugged? (Um, never.) Didn't we hate living where everyone was so rude?
This from people who routinely had gun-racks in their pickups, you understand.
I didn't mean to kill the thread. We liked Wyoming (mostly)! It was just a little hard for two kids from Jersey to adapt.
Oh Sail. I'm so sorry. So much ~ma to you and your family.