I can handle the Oz Full Monty. I mean, not 'handle' handle.

Xander ,'Help'


Natter 69: Practically names itself.  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


Sophia Brooks - Jan 01, 2012 9:48:51 am PST #13932 of 30001
Cats to become a rabbit should gather immediately now here

I am so very sorry about your grandmother, Dana.


sumi - Jan 01, 2012 9:57:15 am PST #13933 of 30001
Art Crawl!!!

This is cool - Winston Churchill worked to rescue thousands of war horses post WWI. He was Secretary of War and was enraged by the condition the horses were left in.


Stephanie - Jan 01, 2012 11:28:33 am PST #13934 of 30001
Trust my rage

really? on Christmas Eve he finally dies

I'm pretty sure this was a true story and I actually feel awful even saying my thoughts out loud. I do think it is interesting that people die more around the holidays.

ION, I am 9 months pregnant and tired. A lot. My kids, however, are not tired or pregnant and are really sick of just hanging around the house. I've been looking for activities that keep them busy and happy but don't require much from me. It's sort of hard. There is a mall with a great indoor playground in Denver and I might be desperate enough to drive up there but not until tomorrow.


§ ita § - Jan 01, 2012 11:35:37 am PST #13935 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

He didn't come to my house--I went to his. Where we met by the side of his apparent car, with the window broken and glass all around. If he is the thief, he now knows the laptop isn't immediately useful, as well as the bit about telling me the dumping is on camera makes absolutely no sense.

Yeah, I'm pretty cavalier about my personal safety, but nothing about him sounded like he was angling for more access to my property.


sarameg - Jan 01, 2012 11:38:15 am PST #13936 of 30001

Well, my brother lost that battle sooner than I thought: his household now has a new cat. Backstory is that they had to put their (really, PJ's) cat to sleep a month or two ago. It was really hard for PJ and the boys. For a long time, no one really wanted to get another cat, but in the weeks before Xmas, the boys started asking for one. And then PJ's grandfather died and she really missed having a cat to cry on (my brother purring and doing catlike rubs against her and drawing a cat on his hand amazingly was not the same.)

My brother was adamantly against it (which is really funny, because all of their cats have been his fault) but I knew it was inevitable, whether he was convinced by the time it happened or not.

SIL just put a picture of a cat on their couch on fb, titled "Newest family member."

Hah.


sumi - Jan 01, 2012 11:38:59 am PST #13937 of 30001
Art Crawl!!!

Ha!


Beverly - Jan 01, 2012 11:40:12 am PST #13938 of 30001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

Dana, my sympathies, and wishing comfort and strength to you.

I have a suspicious, paranoid-leaning nature. I've worked hard to get away from it, to the point that I now *choose* to not believe the worst of anyone or a situation till I have some confirmation. I'm also the most gullible person alive, and so I've built a wall of skepticism against gullibility. Prove it and I'll believe it. I can't imagine allowing myself to continue through life as paranoid and gullible as I started out--I wouldn't be able to function. So I've no doubt I get ripped off when I could avoid it. But it's a decision.

2012 is a very pleasant place--so far.


Theodosia - Jan 01, 2012 11:51:59 am PST #13939 of 30001
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"

My grandparents died within six months of each other -- my grandfather as much of a broken heart as anything I guess. It was damn tough on my mother and aunt, so Dana and her family have my sincerest sympathies.


DavidS - Jan 01, 2012 11:56:46 am PST #13940 of 30001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

I have a suspicious, paranoid-leaning nature. I've worked hard to get away from it, to the point that I now *choose* to not believe the worst of anyone or a situation till I have some confirmation. I'm also the most gullible person alive, and so I've built a wall of skepticism against gullibility.

My friend Alison is like this. When she and her husband came to visit SF we were walking around North Beach and were standing outside some house admiring the architecture. And the owners came home and invited us in to check the view from the rooftop deck, and we were all like, "Cool! Let's see San Francisco from the top of this hill!" and Alison was shooting us glances indicating that these guys must be serial killers and were obviously going to kill us. She even made sure to take pictures of them when she was on the roof so that when the police found her dead body there would be evidence. OTOH, she was too polite to not to go up to the roof of the very nice people who were simply house-proud and not murderous in the least.

But I always loved that she took pictures of the Not-Murderers as evidence to be found with her corpse.


§ ita § - Jan 01, 2012 12:02:40 pm PST #13941 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

But I always loved that she took pictures of the Not-Murderers as evidence to be found with her corpse.

Were these sneakily taken pictures with a spy camera that they wouldn't find when they rifled her dead body for valuables? Because, as someone who more often than not does go into the stranger's house--that's a really dumb plan.