I don't fancy spending the next month trying to get librarian out of the carpet.

Spike ,'Chosen'


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.


Matt the Bruins fan - Dec 02, 2011 2:22:51 pm PST #9610 of 30001
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand

Last night was the Christmas parade here, which I knew about but didn't expect to cut the whole city in half with the division being impassable. So I took the groceries I bought over to my folks' place and ate dinner and visited them for a couple of hours.

I'm assuming it's not the intent of religious-holiday parades to make people take the Lord's name in vain like 50 times during a 20 minute drive?


§ ita § - Dec 02, 2011 2:36:39 pm PST #9611 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I am...working this weekend. At 12:30AM Sunday morning. Yeah. Totally excited. You have no idea, really.

Aiee. Let me just finish up and get out of the office, okay? Lordie.


Anne W. - Dec 02, 2011 2:43:51 pm PST #9612 of 30001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.

I am...working this weekend. At 12:30AM Sunday morning.

Oh, dear lord...

I want to cry just thinking about that.


brenda m - Dec 02, 2011 3:49:17 pm PST #9613 of 30001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

Suzi, there shouldn't be an issue from a coverage standpoint, but I could see issues coming up with figuring out providers and billing and stuff.

9am isn't too early to schedule a meeting for, like, normal people, right?

Hahahaha! I tell my people if the start time is between 6 am and 7 pm they should make every effort. Outside of that, to decline if they're not critical.


meara - Dec 02, 2011 3:54:04 pm PST #9614 of 30001

I tell my people if the start time is between 6 am and 7 pm they should make every effort. Outside of that, to decline if they're not critical.

Oh, I've definitely had occasional meetings that are crazy hours--but usually due to "it's a meeting with China/India/crazy timezone issues". And given who I am, I much prefer it at 11PM to 6AM. :)


Consuela - Dec 02, 2011 4:13:58 pm PST #9615 of 30001
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix

I spent today shopping -- I went looking for somethign to wear to a holiday party and ended up with two tops, a skirt, a cashmere sweater, and some new shoes. Woops. Well, I can wear the skirt & one of the tops to my brother's party, I think. And the shoes.

And then I went to Cost Plus and spent a pile of money on gifts & stocking-stuffers. But at least I finally got a topper for my Christmas tree!

Tonight I am resting my feet and reading; tomorrow I visit with my folks then meet up with P-C and a fan from SPN fandom at the museum, and then on Sunday I go out for dinner & to see Iron & Wine with Perkins, JZ, and megan walker! So I am having a very Buffista weekend.


sarameg - Dec 02, 2011 4:21:59 pm PST #9616 of 30001

If I want cookies to be crispier, should I add more egg? Decrease the butter? Just bake the hell out of them?


brenda m - Dec 02, 2011 4:22:28 pm PST #9617 of 30001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

More butter, less egg I think.


DebetEsse - Dec 02, 2011 4:33:06 pm PST #9618 of 30001
Woe to the fucking wicked.

Alton agrees with Brenda. He did an episode with three different choc. chip cookie recipes that addressed this issue. I didn't remember the details, but that's what the Internet is for!


tommyrot - Dec 02, 2011 4:34:58 pm PST #9619 of 30001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

Just bread...Wait, what!?

A loaf of bread... with a bottle of vodka baked into it.

From Russia, of course.