This is the thread for any thing or things you want to talk about, mention, vent at, note, point and laugh at, etc, but don’t want to start a thread about. Kind of like “Hijack this thread” except that you don’t need to connect your post to the last post in any way whatsoever. Think less “hijack the plane” and more “telefrag the pilot”. Continuity is discouraged but not prohibited. Anything and everything [which falls within board rules] may be discussed for any length of time in any way.
I found some lint in my bellybutton this morning.
That’s all I got.
When I was a wee lad, I thought that the reason you had to scrape the lint off those lint collectors in the dryer was because if you didn’t, the lint would build up gradually until it became a giant lint monster which would come to life and eat your clothes, and then you.
Is there an opposite to body dysmorhic disorder? I always think I look great in the bathroom mirror, but whenever I see a photograph of myself, I discover I’m a nasty-looking munter.
I feel great. That’s all.
I’m horny as hell. I need to get out more and get a girlfriend or at least a FB.
Just thought I’d mention I’m surprised at how frequently I happen to kill threads. I hope it doesn’t happen to this one.
I wouldn’t worry about it.
I’ve had a headache for a week now.
I’m going to a Cambodian restaurant tomorrow.
What’s with my computer lately? Two nights ago my monitor’s display went wacky, and then last night the keyboard decided to give up the ghost. Fortunately I had a spare monitor and a spare keyboard.
I got a haircut yesterday. While I was there, the stylist told me she had never been so happy as when she heard her sister had died and that I needed to wax my eyebrows-- she’d even do the first one free. (At that, I had visions of after-school specials, I tell ya.)
There’s nothing wrong with my eyebrows. They’re not bushy— if I do say so myself, they’re rather nicely shaped. I’ve even got compliments on them before. But now I’m paranoid about them.
Too bad she was a fruitcake. I really liked the haircut.
How long is Now? Is there a time limit for now? We can measure the past, and we can measure the amount of time until the future becomes now, but that proves that now is a length of time. So how long?
The meds will kick in soon I hope
I’m reading a book on the nature of time right now. It’s called Chronos, and it’s a fairly interesting read, but I get the feeling the author is padding for length; he’s pulling in far too much flowery speech. I consider it a bit show-off-y.
I wanted to post in The BBQ Pit about how Diane is still as deadly as ever. That woman can hurl invective like no one I’ve ever seen. But I was afraid to post it because I was afraid she would taunt me for complimenting her in the Pit.
I’ve got a couple of much needed vents which will go nicely here, all topical (in my world) and all occuring within the last week.
First, I hate hate hate the (insert you own favorite epithets) alcoholic sex offender pedophile who lives across the road, and who felt that since my husband is out fishing he could come here at 1:00 am and scare the living hell out of my 14 year old daughter.
I’m not pleased that my 14 year old daughter would make the decision to let me sleep while answering the door at 1:00 am. Not that she will ever do it again.
I’m not real happy about the teenage passive/agressive attitude (and worse) my son has been shooting in my direction. He is about to become real unhappy with the reaction I have to said attitudes.
I’m not happy at all that my husband is out fishing and I have to unpack the entire house myself. (We moved, and I am a gimp.)
To top things off, I am not happy that the stupid volcano (Augustine) is belching out ash, and my stupid asthma is acting up.
Thanks for listening. (Okay, reading. Even if you don’t, it’s okay, I just needed to vent, but don’t have the energy to Pit.)
Aren’t you all afraid that some grinchy mod will shut this one down, too? I am.
anywho
My office is like a walk in freezer. Year round. And I have circulation issues - my fingers turn purple, then blue, then numb. So I cut the fingertips off an old pair of gloves - which helps a bit, but makes it tough to hold a pen
I have self induced insomnia. When I wake up at 2am-ish for a 'loo run, instead of turning on the lamp, I turn on the TV (for illumination). Then when I crawl back into bed and get comfortable, I actually watch the TV for another hour or so. The result is I wake around all day yawning and trying to keep from nodding off. Joy.
Dear Cow-orker,
It actually makes the joke less funny when you end it with, “Ha ha ha, I’m just kidding.”
Abby
If your going to provied sample code to help me learn this new software…
… you might want to consider debugging it first. Idiots. Won’t even build.
I like pizza.
This question is bugging me lately.
What was up with Princess Diana and that dancing she did ON stage during a performance of some play or ballet? Does anyone else remember that? It was the weirdest thing–like she was mentally ill or something. She disappeared from her box (where she was sitting with Chuck) and next thing ya know–she’s doing a dance with some guy that was in the show!
See why I didn’t want to start a thread on this? But how does one Google this? If I google Princess Di–it would take a lifetime to weed thru.
kaiwik --not sure how old said son is, but mine just turned 14 and I’ve been getting that for about a year. He has toned it down, but it lingers. I think it’s just him being 14–he’s not like that all the time (thank god).