It's more about liking oddball socks than about any particular holiday.
Yes, this. I actually own relatively few pairs of socks that don't feature stripes, or skulls, or something. Unlike Seely Booth, I do not wear a belt buckle that says "Cocky."
Mal: That's not what I saw. You like to tell me what really happened? Book: I surely would. And maybe someday I will.
'Safe'
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.
smonster - Dec 08, 2009 8:02:31 am PST #23629 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
brenda m - Dec 08, 2009 8:07:01 am PST #23630 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
Oh but you so should.
Jessica - Dec 08, 2009 8:08:32 am PST #23631 of 30001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
I'm pretty sure I don't own any holiday-themed clothing.
Scrappy - Dec 08, 2009 8:11:31 am PST #23632 of 30001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
I have socks with ghosts on them for Halloween. And a Santa hat somewhere. That's it.
Lee - Dec 08, 2009 8:11:53 am PST #23633 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I have one Christmas Sweater (initial caps intended) that my grandmother gave me that I wear to work holiday parties as a conversation piece.
eta: I also have some Halloween themed inside pants.
It's only about 35 in Palo Alto right now, which is just too damn cold.
Kathy A - Dec 08, 2009 8:13:26 am PST #23634 of 30001
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil
I wear a Santa hat occasionally during December, but I can't wear it at the bookstore due to overheating issues (I'm the only one at the register with short sleeves and constantly wiping sweat off my brow with my stack of paper napkins, even when it's 20 below outside). I will put it on top of my register monitor, though, to brighten up my area.
I do have Christmas earrings, which I have to pull out and start wearing tomorrow.
IcatN
Not to mention for #6 -- I meow back.
Amarna and I will have meowing conversations that last a minute or so. She likes to stand on top of my chest and meow at full blast a few times in a row, so I egg her on by meowing even louder.
beth b - Dec 08, 2009 8:16:58 am PST #23635 of 30001
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
I think we just broke 40 in Fremont, but everything is frozen solid still. Even the cat has no interest in being outside.
I have holiday thememd pins and earrings that I sometimes remember. and I have one christmas sweatshirt from my old library that says "tis the season to be reading" and my old library name. I can now only where it when I am off from work.It is warm .
§ ita § - Dec 08, 2009 8:22:17 am PST #23636 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Most of my socks are decorated with a swoosh or three bars. My tights are decorated more whimsically.
shrift - Dec 08, 2009 8:28:57 am PST #23637 of 30001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
Oh, and btw, Dana, rebooting actually fixed my problem last night. And then I backed up everything, just in case.
Strix - Dec 08, 2009 8:31:55 am PST #23638 of 30001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
I have no holiday clothing. I had a Latin teacher in high school who had a theme sweater for everything(EVERY. FUCKING. THING. Probably fucking too, but I don't want to think about it), a Colonial, children named Betsy and Eddie, and a Golden Lab named Sandy. I took three years of Latin despite this.
I have a pink button for St. Pat's that says "Pinch me and I'll punch you: I'm Irish!"
I hiss back at my cats if they hiss. When no one is watching. Full-on, mouth agape, fuck-you hiss.
I am the dominant critter in my household. You're cute, but I buy the pet food, furballs!