sarameg, tussling is tiring!
Buffy ,'Showtime'
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.
Attack nap mid-mauling?
helicopter parents in the office. WTF.
WTF indeed. My parents have never interfered at my job, and the company is owned by relatives on my Mom's side. How could someone possibly think that would improve their kid's standing or situation at work?
Pretty much. Pumpkin was a fortuitous addition, even as I fought it at the time. She's exactly the companion I knew Loki needed after Mister Kitty (who was a lovely mentor, but NSM with the crazy antics and Lokes respected that. But he was still kittenish and welcomed the crazy. )
I'm not sure where a Muppets/Firefly mashup belongs, so I'll stick it here: [link]
I was right on the cusp of declaring the kitchen faucet broken and in need of replacing when I accidentally fixed it.
helicopter parents in the office. WTF.
Yeah, I read an article about helicopter parents and this one guy talked about how a candidate's mother called to negotiate his benefits. He rescinded the offer.
I had no idea that any of Margaret Brundage's originals for Weird Tales [link] were still around. (Caution: Depicts naked woman and wolves) Why have I not won the lottery?
If I had won the lottery, I'd buy this for Jilli. [link]
My mother helicoptered once. I was in college and was going to spend a summer working on an archaeological dig, and Mom was so nervous. She had no idea what kind of situation I was going into, and no idea what I should take with me. I packed figuring I was basically going camping for three months. Mom crammed some more clothes into my duffle, figuring if I didn't have any way to wash them (we did) I would need more. When I got there, I found I had a truly astounding amount of underwear and a bunch of pretty plaid button-front shirts, which actually came in really handy, because it was sunnier than I had expected of the northwest coast, but people kept asking me, why did you bring your nice shirts?!? and I was all, these aren't my nice shirts! I don't know what they thought my nice shirts were.
Eventually one of the leaders told me my mom had called her FIVE TIMES asking what I should bring, and if this thing or that thing would be better. I was mortified. Poor Mom, trying to get everything just right. I come by my social anxiety through her, I imagine.
Yeah, I read an article about helicopter parents and this one guy talked about how a candidate's mother called to negotiate his benefits.
Man, it's too bad that I'm an actual adult, because I'd love to reply to this meeting invite with, "You know this meeting at stupid o'clock that you kind of ambushed me with? Yeah, well, my mom says I don't have to go."