Cash, you need this.
Anya, the Shopkeepers of America called. They wanted me to tell you that 'please go' just got replaced with 'have a nice day.'
Xander ,'Selfless'
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.
DavidS - Nov 21, 2010 1:16:01 pm PST #6659 of 30001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Zenkitty - Nov 21, 2010 1:16:57 pm PST #6660 of 30001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
The actual holidays are going to be the least stressful part of the holidays.
amych - Nov 21, 2010 1:23:52 pm PST #6661 of 30001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
I has a bread machine!
(I originally went out for a hard drive, but hey.)
aurelia - Nov 21, 2010 1:32:53 pm PST #6662 of 30001
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
I just spent less than $50 at Target! My other accomplishment for the day was to throw out the spices that have been sitting in the back of the cabinet for nearly 10 years.
Trudy Booth - Nov 21, 2010 1:38:33 pm PST #6663 of 30001
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
Bad: They financially are not going to be able to do everything I did.
Good: They are in Texas and have heat options you did not in NYC. I've heard tales of people locking black plastic bags of stuff in hot cars for a few days and cooking the little bastards. Easier in August, but maybe they could store the bags if it won't work now?
§ ita § - Nov 21, 2010 1:38:47 pm PST #6664 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
God, my sister just ripped the shit out of my drawing. In a concritty way, but I would hate to be a student in a class of hers where she's actually in her field of expertise.
She was right, but ouch.
And Burrell got to her hear whine about the strenuous hardship of being in New Orleans. Very convincing, that.
Burrell - Nov 21, 2010 2:00:17 pm PST #6665 of 30001
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!
Well she wasn't planning on enjoying the night life in NO. Which is kinda doing it wrong, or if not doing it wrong (given that she knows the place better than I ever will) then at least taking it for granted.
§ ita § - Nov 21, 2010 2:07:51 pm PST #6666 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
She's being forced to enjoy the nightlife. Poor bubbie. By our aunt, who's dragging her out night after night.
C'mon, sis! Don't waste the Big Easy! Gotta do the vicarious living!
Beverly - Nov 21, 2010 2:07:55 pm PST #6667 of 30001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Ooh! I mentioned this on LJ but I fogot to tell you guys. We had a couple inches of snow overnight on Friday, so Saturday we had to go for a drive and see all the pretty. City streets were all fine, most of the roads are good. A couple of two-lanes were sanded, but solid ice beneath in those areas where the sun never reaches.
The big news is, the swans are back! We saw three pairs, one already on the ground three grey-feathered last-year's chicks, mama (I'm supposing) snugged into a small depression like she's already decided where the crib's going to go. Another pair was flying at angles to the sun, lighting up the long elegant lines of wing and outstretched neck. The third pair was flying away from us, strong wingbeats, with a darker yearling chick between them. So excited!
We sighted three eagles, as well.
We need to drive out to Fir Island soon and check if the snow geese have arrived.
Can you see the grin on my face from there?
Beverly - Nov 21, 2010 2:09:21 pm PST #6668 of 30001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Eep. I'm sorry about the waywardness (from the Right Way) of your sister, ita.