You should have had mutton!
Ben: I didn't ask for any of this. I just want to be normal. Gronx: I wanted to be an underwear model. We play the hand we're dealt.
'Touched'
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.
megan walker - Dec 07, 2010 4:26:12 pm PST #9524 of 30001
"What kind of magical sunshine and lollipop world do you live in? Because you need to be medicated."-SFist
Liese S. - Dec 07, 2010 4:37:39 pm PST #9525 of 30001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Right? But no muttons in my freezer, and the beef was.
I'm pretty sure that rice wine wouldn't have gone with mutton, either.
Sheryl - Dec 07, 2010 4:43:02 pm PST #9526 of 30001
Fandom means never having to say "But where would I wear that?"
Timelies all!
Went to my MIL's for dinner. Latkes were part of the menu, of course.
shrift - Dec 07, 2010 4:43:13 pm PST #9527 of 30001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
I have reluctantly picked out a business casual outfit to wear to the office tomorrow, as we're having our holiday party in the evening. I don't have any brown shoes I'm willing to wear when it's this icy, so I'm going with purple suede wedges. Because they go.
But I am going back to the office after the party to get my snow boots, because it's going to be frickin' cold tomorrow.
sarameg - Dec 07, 2010 4:58:41 pm PST #9528 of 30001
I've spend the past week at work wearing my coat on my lap. I hate the cold.
I think I am possibly bad date material, as frankly I want to put off a meetup until after I get back, because I just have too many stupid evening chores and shopping in the next near while to take a night off. But I might. Ehn. Fuck if I'll give up a swim though! I'm not that invested! Possibly another poor sign. Trying not to think too hard about this.
§ ita § - Dec 07, 2010 5:02:02 pm PST #9529 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I've been wearing my coat on my shoulders.
OMG, complete nightmare. Cuddling with strangers! Stranger boners! That's ninth level of hell, right there.
shrift - Dec 07, 2010 5:09:53 pm PST #9530 of 30001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
Cuddling with strangers! Stranger boners!
I was considering a tasteless joke comparing cuddle parties with rush hour public transportation, but... stranger boners on a train aren't funny when it's happening to you.
Zenkitty - Dec 07, 2010 5:10:10 pm PST #9531 of 30001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
I love pimping my friends' work, but am horrible at doing it for me.
Maybe like-minded authors should get together and pimp each other's work. Like, you pimp Barb, and Barb pimps you. Hypothetically.
This would lead to certain authors realizing they're really good at pimping for other authors, and then they would go into business doing that, and then a whole new layer would appear in the publishing cake.
I think I would actually enjoy a cuddle party.
Someone stole a catfood bowl from my front yard. WTF.
§ ita § - Dec 07, 2010 5:11:56 pm PST #9532 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
No, I will only cuddle with previously vetted people. It's a highly rigourous process, and no cuddle party will ever match it.
shrift - Dec 07, 2010 5:16:48 pm PST #9533 of 30001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
I'm with you, ita. I don't think you could get me to a cuddle party to stop an apocalypse.
And now my brain won't stop repeating Stranger Boners on a Train. I'll drown it out by watching Hawaii Five-O.