When Grace was in hospital, I was wearing this sweater: [link] They put a visitor pass on me. It didn't come off. I took embroidery scissors to cut it off but ruined the sweater. I'm bereft enough to consider buying another. But the one I bought was $15 less.
Danger's my birthright.
Buffy ,'The Killer In Me'
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.
Kat - Dec 30, 2010 5:07:32 pm PST #13682 of 30001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
Zenkitty - Dec 30, 2010 5:09:22 pm PST #13683 of 30001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
I hate technology
I've been saying this regularly since about 2005. Nothing just *works*.
I almost (almost) wish I could claim mice as the reason for Percy randomly meowing loudly in rooms I'm not in. But I don't have mice. I have a needy emo cat who wants me to come a'running to pet him.
Cass - Dec 30, 2010 5:11:16 pm PST #13684 of 30001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
One, it's a pretty sweater and looks very useful.
"or the first crips fall day"But what if you are more a Blood than a Crip in Autumn?
Calli - Dec 30, 2010 5:13:53 pm PST #13685 of 30001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
When I was visiting my sister's family for Christmas, my BiL offered his hockey skates to his daughter's boyfriend. All well and good, except the skates had been in the garage, unused, for a few years. And when the boyfriend opened one of them up to try it on, about a pint of freeze dried mouse poop fell out of the skate and went all over the carpet.
In conclusion, ewwww, mice.
§ ita § - Dec 30, 2010 5:15:12 pm PST #13686 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Cash, I don't know how you managed to birth not one, but two hackers. I fear for you.
I very strenuously sat around this afternoon. And ate what I consider the island's best fried fish. It takes a long time to prepare, but they do walk the fish in right from the dock for you. And then you take it out to an uninhabited cay¹ where you eat and drink for a couple hours under the sun.
I have spent the evening uploading pictures and video from yesterday (still have to do Christmas Day and today) and generally catching up on the internet. Talky meat. And unreliable internet connection.
¹: A low offshore island or reef
Jessica - Dec 30, 2010 5:24:41 pm PST #13687 of 30001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
IME, cream cheese works better than peanut butter for mousetraps, but that may just be for Brooklyn mice who like a nice schmear.
Kat - Dec 30, 2010 5:28:30 pm PST #13688 of 30001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
The mice that were in an apartment I stayed at in DC were immune to poison. It was hideous. They were like super mice. Shudder.
megan walker - Dec 30, 2010 5:30:55 pm PST #13689 of 30001
"What kind of magical sunshine and lollipop world do you live in? Because you need to be medicated."-SFist
Nothing is worse than noticing a stray fringe and finding a nest of baby mice in the scarves in your bottom drawer. Nothing.
§ ita § - Dec 30, 2010 5:32:21 pm PST #13690 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Have you ever had a cockroach crawl down the skin of your back?
Jesse - Dec 30, 2010 5:32:52 pm PST #13691 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Worst contest ever, you guys.