Death is your art. You make it with your hands day after day. That final gasp, that look of peace. And part of you is desperate to know: What's it like? Where does it lead you? And now you see, that's the secret. Not the punch you didn't throw or the kicks you didn't land. She really wanted it. Every Slayer has a death wish. Even you.

Spike ,'Conversations with Dead People'


Natter 74: Ready or Not  

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


askye - Jul 15, 2015 11:26:51 am PDT #956 of 30003
Thrive to spite them

Find another dentist that's just not right.


Dana - Jul 15, 2015 11:44:03 am PDT #957 of 30003
I haven't trusted science since I saw the film "Flubber."

3pm doctor's appt, here I sit at 3:20


Dana - Jul 15, 2015 11:44:33 am PDT #958 of 30003
I haven't trusted science since I saw the film "Flubber."

And complaining fixed it. so convenient.


Connie Neil - Jul 15, 2015 12:00:24 pm PDT #959 of 30003
brillig

Sigh. This time last week I was lounging around Vegas deciding between a nap and a shady spot by the pool with a book.

I could be rich, I'd be responsible and distribute the wealth and be polite and not a bother. It doesn't have to be much, $20 million, I could be happy with that.


shrift - Jul 15, 2015 1:24:17 pm PDT #960 of 30003
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty

I've hit a wall of tired so I'm drinking coffee. I have maybe two meetings left, so I just have to hold it together for another hour and then we're off for food and pitchers of beer and sangria.

I have another 7:30am meeting tomorrow, but at least I can attend it from the hotel and "sleep in" until 6:30.


-t - Jul 15, 2015 1:31:37 pm PDT #961 of 30003
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration

I was really hoping to leave work on time today. Not happening. Sigh.


meara - Jul 15, 2015 1:45:14 pm PDT #962 of 30003

I'm feeling like a toddler about to throw a tantrum. My flight was delayed so I have to fly to Atlanta and then Seattle and get home at the equivalent of 4am to my brain (after the doctor I wS working with flipped out at me for ten full minute monologue at 8am this morning) there are a total of TWO stalls in the one women's restroom...and several hundred people out here. It's fucking nonsense and I'm hungry and tired and still have hours to go and I just want to throw myself on the floor and wail.


Lee - Jul 15, 2015 2:05:14 pm PDT #963 of 30003
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

t face palm I just sent an email to one of the partners that was supposed to reference the bigger set [of cases], only that isn't exactly what I typed.

Also, our spell check system doesn't catch things that I really wish it would.


-t - Jul 15, 2015 2:16:35 pm PDT #964 of 30003
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration

That sounds awful, meara!

I guess that "unsend" option isn't available, Lee?

Leaving only 45 minutes late, that's not so bad I guess. And my plans this evening are not so time sensitive, although I am seriously tempted not to go home before dinner because it's not enough time to do anything.


Sheryl - Jul 15, 2015 3:05:12 pm PDT #965 of 30003
Fandom means never having to say "But where would I wear that?"

Timelies all!

Quiet on the boards tonight...