In other news, I woke up an hour+ early, stayed in bed reading, and now remember that none of my friends will be at work, which will make for a sloooow day, if a short one. Meh!
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.
Most of the time when people have set their yards on fire trying to deep-fry turkeys, it's because they were (a) drunk or (b) trying to fry a turkey too big for their fryer, or (c) forgot to defrost. Or (d) using some kind of home-made rig with no safety features. Or a combination of the four. The new electric fryers are much safer.
Or doing it in the garage or under an overhang.
I have a friend who has an electronic turkey roaster. I had never heard of one before.
Wonder if any are related to Gus Pong?
Can I just say, as a person with some bladder shyness, I don't really appreciate my coworker hanging out in the bathroom with her two kids, applying temporary tattoos? We do have a kitchen-ish area with a sink in it.
Toller Puppy as Puppy of the Day.
OMG, one of my co-workers was trying to talk work to me as she was in the stall fiddling with the toilet seat cover. Now, I wasn't in a stall, so it's not like pee-shyness was an issue. I just don't want to have to consider her in that position. But it was work! So I couldn't just bolt. I looked like an idiot standing there with my hand on the doorknob and a stricken look on my face.
I need a loo cone of invisibility.
I had a long weirdly comforting and then disturbing dream last night. It's like my brain wanted to reassure me and then ran out of ammo and started delving into anxiety. I ended up getting out of bed early, just in case it continued for the worse.
On the strictly up side, I got to dream about my tantric sex schoolfriend, who is looking very good in my dreamscape.
McNulty/Stringer porn? Kinda puts a new spin on "Who the fuck were we chasing?" Wow...Simon thought he was confused by fandom before, when(Huge Spoiler), I think that might make him lie down with a towel on his head.*I* get it...I think that he would not. "Forget it, Dave...it's Chinatown...er, fandom."
I just don't want to have to consider her in that position. But it was work! So I couldn't just bolt. I looked like an idiot standing there with my hand on the doorknob and a stricken look on my face.
I really really don't want to talk to people in the bathroom, regardless of who is where. Unless we are both standing by the sinks, I guess. Even then -- can we leave the bathroom, please??