No. You're missing the point. The design of the thing is functional. The plan is not to shoot you. The plan is to get the girl. If there's no girl, then the plan, well, is like the room.

Early ,'Objects In Space'


Natter 76: Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Foaminess  

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.


Jessica - Aug 20, 2020 5:12:14 pm PDT #25124 of 30019
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset

We have food year-round AND we flush the toilet whenever we want, like goddamn ROYALTY.

Ok now you're just showing off.

(But also, fomite transmission is not a thing with this virus, letting people use your bathroom is fine as long as they don't lick the doorknob on the way in.)


-t - Aug 20, 2020 5:20:45 pm PDT #25125 of 30019
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration

Man, my freedom to lick doorknobs has been seriously oppressed for a long time now


sj - Aug 20, 2020 5:28:08 pm PDT #25126 of 30019
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

(But also, fomite transmission is not a thing with this virus, letting people use your bathroom is fine as long as they don't lick the doorknob on the way in.)

I have a 5 year old. I can't guarantee no one is licking doorknobs.


Steph L. - Aug 20, 2020 5:47:16 pm PDT #25127 of 30019
It's actually been a really hard year, when you stop and do the math. Eliot would cry, too, if it didn't take him seventy minutes of therapy, two cocktails, and a Sondheim medley before he can experience a human emotion through the haze of his PTSD.

But also, fomite transmission is not a thing with this virus

That was a big part of my there-is-no-point-to-pooping-in-the-yard discussion I had with my mom. Though the problem is my stepdad, not my mom. He's a very smart man, but he's reacting out of fear, and that's a hard thing to get past.

But I would stop licking doorknobs if it meant I didn't have to poop in the yard.


Scrappy - Aug 20, 2020 5:51:14 pm PDT #25128 of 30019
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

If you're watching the convention, tell me how Biden's speech goes. I'm too nervous to watch.


Steph L. - Aug 20, 2020 6:06:24 pm PDT #25129 of 30019
It's actually been a really hard year, when you stop and do the math. Eliot would cry, too, if it didn't take him seventy minutes of therapy, two cocktails, and a Sondheim medley before he can experience a human emotion through the haze of his PTSD.

One of my friends just texted me "Biden is [3 fire emojis]," because I'm not watching, either. So -- 3 fire emojis seems pretty good.


Scrappy - Aug 20, 2020 6:07:18 pm PDT #25130 of 30019
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

Fingers crossed.


Gudanov - Aug 20, 2020 6:14:30 pm PDT #25131 of 30019
Coding and Sleeping

Twitter seems pretty impressed.


Topic!Cindy - Aug 20, 2020 7:03:00 pm PDT #25132 of 30019
What is even happening?

The peeing in the bathroom wouldn't be a problem. The pooping is (possibly) a problem, because the virus has been found in feces, and the theory is that flushing can aerosolize it.

So, I wouldn't make someone pee in my yard, because what's the point. I wouldn't make someone poop in my yard, because OMG.

I would ask them to spray Lysol before and after, and to close the lid before flushing, and I'd ask them to open the window. Okay, I'd want to. I probably wouldn't.

Shut up. I'm not in Howard Hughest territory, Teppy. My nails aren't nearly long enough.


Steph L. - Aug 20, 2020 7:04:15 pm PDT #25133 of 30019
It's actually been a really hard year, when you stop and do the math. Eliot would cry, too, if it didn't take him seventy minutes of therapy, two cocktails, and a Sondheim medley before he can experience a human emotion through the haze of his PTSD.

Cindy, I solemnly swear that I will never poop in your yard.