Morning started with rum cake ( has been known to blow the oven door off some years) and mimosas (from which I abstained.)
I think a fuckload of nothing is getting done in this wing today.
Oh, Pacey! You blind idiot. Can't you see she doesn't love you?
Spike ,'Help'
Natter 67: Overriding Vetoes
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, nail polish, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
sarameg - Dec 15, 2010 4:35:46 am PST #11210 of 30001
Jesse - Dec 15, 2010 4:36:11 am PST #11211 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
What's Fruit Sip?
It's -18 degrees here.
Yikes!
Jessica - Dec 15, 2010 4:37:48 am PST #11212 of 30001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
It's 23 "feels like 8" here according to my browser widget. Actually not terrible except right outside my office, which is one of those freaky Manhattan wind tunnel streets where the buildings create a constant draft blowing EVEN COLDER AIR off the river and into my face.
Zenkitty - Dec 15, 2010 5:03:03 am PST #11213 of 30001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
Jesse: Craigslist is a strong possibility, but that involves me figuring out how to get photos from my camera into the infernal laptop device, which, it should be easy but I suspect it will involve a lot of hunting for lost cables and swearing, and right now I'm tempted to just drop it off at Goodwill and write it off my taxes. Of course, eventually I have to figure out the photo thing anyway, but the longer the rug stays here, the longer the cats have to destroy it... my stupid problems, let me iterate them. I would be dealing better with all the little annoyances this morning if I were not groggy from broken sleep.
Man, you should'a seen that paragraph before I fixed the typos.
§ ita § - Dec 15, 2010 5:14:17 am PST #11214 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Lee - Dec 15, 2010 5:16:57 am PST #11215 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Best blowtorch ever.
Weird.
Sparky1 - Dec 15, 2010 5:19:17 am PST #11216 of 30001
Librarian Warlord
My office was 62 degrees this morning, as were some other parts of the library. It's been like this all week, and the building supervisor seems to be ignoring us. I'm guessing that he's already left for his winter vacation and he turned down the heat before leaving.
It's time for Slate's Explainer column to answer a question they ignored, so go vote: [link]
I actually like this question: Are all languages equally lip-readable?
Jesse - Dec 15, 2010 5:20:52 am PST #11217 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Holy crap.
Craigslist is a strong possibility, but that involves me figuring out how to get photos from my camera into the infernal laptop device, which, it should be easy but I suspect it will involve a lot of hunting for lost cables and swearing, and right now I'm tempted to just drop it off at Goodwill and write it off my taxes
The upside of Craigslist is, you can make the other people deal with transportation. But I feel you on the effort. I still have an extra dresser in my not-that-big apartment, which is slowly filling back up again.
Cashmere - Dec 15, 2010 5:24:18 am PST #11218 of 30001
Now tagless for your comfort.
Erika, Christopher wants to know the temp in Phoenix.
Sue - Dec 15, 2010 5:30:18 am PST #11219 of 30001
hip deep in pie