(Nobody tell Jilli or Cass...)
Well some friends of Buffy played a funny joke and they took her stuff and now she wants us to help get it back from her friends who sleep all day and have no tans.
Xander ,'Lessons'
Natter 64: Yes, we still need you
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Jessica - Dec 02, 2009 8:10:20 am PST #22437 of 30001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
Dana - Dec 02, 2009 8:10:32 am PST #22438 of 30001
I haven't trusted science since I saw the film "Flubber."
I have a heating pad for that very purpose. When my old one stopped working, we got one with a two-hour automatic shutoff. It's awesome.
Jesse - Dec 02, 2009 8:23:53 am PST #22439 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I put my electric blanket on my bed the other night, and it's great because so far, I've turned it off before I fall asleep and been perfect. It wasn't heating up fast enough last night.
§ ita § - Dec 02, 2009 8:25:09 am PST #22440 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Athletic socks. For some reason I used to try and sleep with slightly chilly feet, and wondered why it never worked. Now I just put on socks when I get home. They won't stay warm on their own, and if the heating pad turned off they'd get cold and wake me up. If a sock falls off, I'll wake up.
New Guy forgot we'd been kicked out of our conference room, so meeting was had standing up in a corner. It is always something. He's still sure we're in the room tomorrow and Friday, but I've checked my mail and we're not. I don't know if I'll remind him.
Steph L. - Dec 02, 2009 8:25:31 am PST #22441 of 30001
It's actually been a really hard year, when you stop and do the math. Eliot would cry, too, if it didn't take him seventy minutes of therapy, two cocktails, and a Sondheim medley before he can experience a human emotion through the haze of his PTSD.
I have a heating pad for that very purpose. When my old one stopped working, we got one with a two-hour automatic shutoff. It's awesome.
Three words: Heated. Mattress. Pad.
It may be the best thing I ever bought, in terms of ROI.
§ ita § - Dec 02, 2009 8:26:47 am PST #22442 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I'm looking at all those heating items with lust. And then trying to remember where I live. Moved here for a reason, and it pays off. One blanket does just fine most of the time.
Dana - Dec 02, 2009 8:28:39 am PST #22443 of 30001
I haven't trusted science since I saw the film "Flubber."
The electric blanket or mattress pad options weren't as good for me, because my husband is a freak.
Steph L. - Dec 02, 2009 8:30:01 am PST #22444 of 30001
It's actually been a really hard year, when you stop and do the math. Eliot would cry, too, if it didn't take him seventy minutes of therapy, two cocktails, and a Sondheim medley before he can experience a human emotion through the haze of his PTSD.
The electric blanket or mattress pad options weren't as good for me, because my husband is a freak.
The mattress pad has dual controls, so I can crank my side up to Flame-Broiled, while weird-ass boyfriend o'mine can literally cool his heels.
brenda m - Dec 02, 2009 8:33:38 am PST #22445 of 30001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
I can't go to bed with cold feet, because I'll never fall asleep. If my feet are cold I take a bath before going to bed.
I crawl in under my big mound of covers and within two minutes I've kicked them off my feet. It's gotta be utterly frigid before I can sleep with socks on. Which is too bad because I have a nice hot water bottle I never get to use.
Amy - Dec 02, 2009 8:33:57 am PST #22446 of 30001
Because books.
The mattress pad has dual controls, so I can crank my side up to Flame-Broiled, while weird-ass boyfriend o'mine can literally cool his heels.
My parents have these! Even in the guest room! It's awesome, not least because my father keeps the house at a very morgue-like temperature.