No, no, no, sir. No more chick pit for you. Come on.

Riley ,'Lessons'


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.


Strix - Feb 15, 2012 3:07:55 pm PST #22170 of 30001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

It was SO GOOD, meara. If anyone stops through KC, I will take you there. It;s our favorite. I'd like to try the fancy Michael Smih restaurant next door -- Extra Virgin is the more cas tapas Smith restaurant -- but it's pricier.

They share a wine cellar so I blanch just looking at the wine list.


Jessica - Feb 15, 2012 3:10:30 pm PST #22171 of 30001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset

I can report that walking to Costco is the most ridiculous thing ever. You can only buy like three items, and everyone thinks you're a crackpot.

Ha! My in-laws live across the street from a Costco and they totally do this. They basically treat Costco like I do the bodega on the corner.

Also, shit, I didn't get a chance to move my car today. That's gonna make me late for work in the morning.


§ ita § - Feb 15, 2012 3:11:30 pm PST #22172 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

The way I (finally) remember the rule is that it's whoever'd reach the place where you'd crash first has the right of way if you both arrive simultaneously.


Liese S. - Feb 15, 2012 3:11:59 pm PST #22173 of 30001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."

Well there's my problem right there. Heh, I'm trying to think if what I mean is what's correct, but I am unclear.


Lee - Feb 15, 2012 3:13:03 pm PST #22174 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

I'm about thisclose to saying you're morally obligated to.

Cool


Hil R. - Feb 15, 2012 3:24:42 pm PST #22175 of 30001
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l

I worked in Bethlehem one summer, and it was a really nice walkable town. (Or, at least, the things I needed were all in walking distance of each other. College, bookstore, restaurants, vegan bakery, and fun historical sites to wander. I don't know where the grocery store was, since I was living on the college campus and eating in the cafeteria.)


hippocampus - Feb 15, 2012 3:25:26 pm PST #22176 of 30001
not your mom's socks.

I flew to Philly.

hmph. except I was at the Dr.s, and have been sucktastic about seeing anyone lately.


Amy - Feb 15, 2012 3:26:10 pm PST #22177 of 30001
Because books.

Jesus, Lee. Your mother astounds me.

We have a lot of weird stops here -- two-way, three-way, four-way -- because there are a lot of one-way streets, and then streets that change to two-way without a lot of warning. Most people assume everyone else will stop, which means most intersections are dicey.


Jesse - Feb 15, 2012 3:29:55 pm PST #22178 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

hmph. except I was at the Dr.s, and have been sucktastic about seeing anyone lately.

Well, my friend met me at the airport and we immediately drove to Allentown for a whirlwind of visiting and whatnot, so no time for others. Sorry!


Ginger - Feb 15, 2012 3:31:10 pm PST #22179 of 30001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

but she guess it's the one "who, like you, does not have the protection offered by child bearing", am I allowed to tell her to STFU?

Absolutely. Do it for me. Do it for every woman who didn't think, "I'd better have a child before 30 to prevent breast cancer."

Besides, you'd think she'd understand that it's a small increased risk. At age 45, a woman who had a child before 30 has about a 9% chance of breast cancer by 90. If she hadn't had that child, her risk would be about 11%.

You are too nice a person to mention to her that the single greatest risk for breast cancer is getting older.