Bullet Lists

[kjpepper]

• I came shuffling down after morning coffee and to say goodbye to morlock before he scooted out the door, and happened to look down as I was crossing the dining room... to see three of the cats had taken perimeter positions around the room and tabitha was crouched over her latest hunting trophy... which turned out to be not a toy, but a real dead mouse. Luckily still in one piece - tabitha has never quite made the leap to _eating_ them - but still. Ew.
  
  
• 95 degree heat with 90+% humidity is my least favorite weather to be in a state of undress. That may sound counterintuitive, but there is a reason why I like some kind of coverage at least to the knee and at least a cap sleeve. And underwear. I seriously dislike the sensation of different areas of my skin sticking to itself, and I have chubby thighs so it happens. Plus underwear as primary sweat absorption = very yes. So yeah, I will be wearing long pants and a tshirt to work today. Sure I'll be a little toasty, but there is method to my madness. 95 is a good ten degrees above my maximum tolerable action temperature. Blugh.
  
  
• I thought there was gonna be a third bullet but apparently not.
  
  
• ETA: Found it! and another one:
  
  
• I find it funny that I have a morning Internet routine, and includes running around and sending people flowers for their Lil Green Patches.
  
  
• Has anyone else been attacked by the salmon? Pretty much, if you have your AIM handle in your LJ profile and you happen to be online at the time you make a post, within about five minutes a user named $MODIFIERSalmon contacts you with an off the wall icebreaker question/sentence but it's really a bot that hooks up two random LJ users that have posted recently and replaces their names and handles with $MODIFIERSalmon. More info here and here but they don't really say anything other than what I just did.
  

Comments

[purpura.livejournal.com]

I agree with you on the heat/humidity thing and add another annoyance besides those listed - I absolutely detest the sensation of my thighs sticking to chairs. That wonderful sweaty cling that happens in this weather, particularly with wooden chairs, though leather, vinyl or nauga clad chairs produce the same effect.

Ugh. Going to hibernate in my air conditioning. Wake me in late September please!

(That could be a good macro *hint, O great macro goddess*)

[kjpepper.livejournal.com]

this is exactly why cars with all leather interior=BAD.

[purpura.livejournal.com]

Well, having driven a BMW, I Will add the caveot that if the air systems all work properly, then it is a plus. But if the air systems are anything less than luxury car standards = BAD.

(I once house-sat a friend and got to drive the beemer while they were on vacation. I went from commuting on a bus to BMW back to bus. I didn't have a car at the time. *sigh* That was a niiiiiiiiiiiiiice car.)

[kjpepper.livejournal.com]

I'm thinking more the problem that happens when you first get into them on a hot day. OW.

[peacockdress.livejournal.com]

I feel compelled to share the grossness: Fred brought a mouse in and ate it just a couple of weeks ago. There was more blood than usual smeared on the kitchen floor and a surprising quantity of entrails left over, in addition to a head and tail/back legs.

On commencing clean up on aisle 3, the reason for the blood and entrails became apparent: they included four and a half tiny embryoes.

*faints*

[kjpepper.livejournal.com]

.................

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!

[peacockdress.livejournal.com]

XD

[nounsandverbs]

I have to limit my green patchiness to once a day, or I'll spend my time on nothing else. So one mass green patch and THAT'S IT.

[padparadscha.livejournal.com]

I got asked a lot how the blazes I could wear long pants when I was in Kenya--we had to wear ankle-length something, but most girls opted for skirts. I HATE the feeling of stuff on my skin--sand, sticky stuff, and especially more of my own sweaty skin. And a few of the girls discovered that sweaty thighs rubbing together leads to DISCOMFORT. We all swore by baby powder by the end.