what did you say??

who?

you!! i've told you "empress" is only my name for when we're alone in "the beautiful thread"

actually, i was trying to empress frieda..

OMG i'm so witty! :eek:

^an extra point to you for being so clever



this ¿ question of the day ?'s going REALLY WELL

now look what you've done - everybody's fvckked off



no maybe it's just because it's TEATIME in america . yeh that's what it'll be

AS IF ITS ALL ABOUT THE AMERICANS

wait-- what thread is this??

a new qotd?

was the other one finished? whoops now i've asked another question by mistake.

so, err, which is it now? what was the answer about the itchy knee thing?

help i can't stop asking questions!

:o

Napoleon had an itchy knee just before Waterloo. Leonardo da Vinci they say, had itchy knees all the time, to much amazement he could scratch his left knee with his right hand, and his right knee with his left hand simultaneously through use of a mirror.

^ hell, i can do that withOUT a mirror.

^ well anyone can do it withOUT a mirror :rolleyes:

SUHT UP

THE MAXIMUM NUMBER OF DIRTY GLASSES THAT I CAN TOLERATE IS UP TO THREE HOWEVER USUALLY EVEN ONE OR TWO DIRTY GLASSES IN THE SINK GIVES ME AN ITCHY KNEE JUST THINKING ABOUT THEM

NOW I AM SO MAD THAT I AM GOING TO HAVE TO HUNT DOWN EVERY LAST PIECE OF KIPPLE IN MY APARTMENT AND TERMINATE IT

I am okay with more stuff than people think. "People," specifically, being the ones I live and work with who are always commenting about how anal tidy I am.

But I am a terrible filer, for instance. I have files I would hate to lose in folders named "Trish" and "Trish Stuff," and not only on one drive. :eek: That's on my home desktop. On my work desktop, where it is actually often important that I not dick around for hours locating files, I have "internal" on the desktop, and "Useful Documents" as an email personal folder. How in hell is that any use to anyone? I might as well send them straight to the trashcan, if I care for them so little.

I have boxes and boxes of stuff the tiny rat has created, used, or worn in some significantly imprinting fashion.

Sewing stuff is not junk, even though it might pile up in boxes and bags and drape over things.

I think an itchy knee means you're going to receive a stupid message. Like this one.

My clutter = fine. Limit: three glasses, more if it's not dishes.
Other people's wanton clutter in the same house = depressing detritus that must be picked up immediately.
Then I remind myself that nothing tops Gloria Durgin's house in the second grade, or the labyrinthine apartment of a recluse I know. I'm very grateful for those people.

An itchy knee means that your body is craving vanilla ice cream with Hershey's chocolate sauce and walnuts.

My knee is defect, it just has hailed like hell, but no itch whatsoever! :confused:



New question for today, March 19:

¿ When was the last time you felt thoroughly at ease, in which situation etc. ?

probably the day before we started house hunting. i look forward to the return of that feeling, someday, somewhere down the road.

^good luck!!

Me: Last time I was dancing, excellent thesis/andwhatnotelse-stress relieving effects. :)
Hopefully again after I was over at boss' to find out whether I have further employment after June.

2swanS in first light of tuesday at my abandoned boatyard

yesterday morning at 11:58. It happens pretty often, but that was the last time it happened.

after kava last night

question for 3/20

what is kava?

i've been feeling at ease this entire week

today i had to manage a massive hangover at work and it wasn't half as bad as i expected it to be. It was actually quite peas-full.

it's a life force similar to chi, but located slightly down and to the left.

A tan or opaque greenish beverage tasting very much like dirty water which causes sensations of slight tongue and lip numbing; among its effects are mildly talkative and euphoric behaviour, a sense of well-being, clear thinking, relaxed muscles and then deep, dreamless sleep. It has great religious significance in the area of obtaining inspiration.

Oh, my non-existent kingdom for a mug of kava!

i feel at ease whenever i read one of zoer's posts.
what wonderful warm and fuzzy feelings envelop
as one peruses yet another humourous, charming,
and erudite missive from our favourite scotsbot!

new question:

have you ever searched for a long lost friend or
relative?

yes.

I've spent the last few months searching for lots of long lost relatives.

I found one in pieces in a war grave, one cabinet maker with some firm political beliefs, one who fell off a wagon "where he had no business to be" and yet one more with a cunning plan.

yup.

I want to find out how I might be related to the lovely gal in the office who said we are all related (to each other). What a wonderful thought!

you're related to baldrick?!

:eek:

i refuse to make the first move - it's so up to them to search for me

is that you, mom?

^Oh, if Zerö could be my mom!! :) ;)

To the question: Relatives, yes, my dad and my two sisters (~1998/9), twas easier to find and getting in contact with them though than getting rid of some other relatives. Long lost friends usually find me, that is call me / fall into my office or flat out of the blue and give me a surprise happy. :)

¿ question of the day ? for march 22


if home is where the heart is, where does the spleen take up residence?

it's where the pinkie is (which one depends upon your handedness and other factors too numberous to recollect here and now... a spleen is a complex and delicate entity)

Spleen is in the faraway place where I long to be, even though I know I would be unhappy there.

generally, wherever it can vent

The absinthe bar is where the spleen is.