subbes

That couch looks like you don't have cats.

(IMAGE OF JACKIE CHAN.) BTW I really like that Jake looks confused in the image, and Famous is not wearing any socks because he's just that kind of a guy.

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Can you smuggle me out a bunch of those Tazo Chai concentrate tetra bricks? Those things are the shit and for some reason taste different from the concentrate you can buy at the store. Also: Our wedding anniversary is the 13th of Feb so we just sort of bundle Valentmangs in with it. No-one has complained yet. Oh, hey, something funny! Last week, a man who has been working with me for five years asked me how my daughter was. Keen observers will recall that I do not have any children and do not want any children. I had three possible options to deal with this situation: 1) Violent stabbing 2) Exclaiming “Argh! I forgot to pick her up from nursery last week!” and running out of the room 3) Apologizing to him, followed by 3 hours of self-loathing. CAN YOU GUESS WHICH OPTION I CHOSE?

I will write all my letters with this ink. IT IS WIZARD SCENTED. WIZARD SCENTED INK.

Everyone who PMed me their address should have a letter in the post.

How much of this is because of Valentines?

Maybe y'all could be marine biologists.

Adam's blog: http://www.adamart08.blogspot.com/ One of many news articles: http://www.ripten.com/2012/02/10/adam-adamowicz-fallout-3-concept-artist-dies-mhib/

I feel it is important to point out that as well as being a concept artist, Adam worked as "a cake decorator for a bakery specializing in erotic cake designs."

Can anyone give me a ballpark figure for when Saturday Night Live went to shit? Because I just saw a clip from this season and dear god.

Are you telling me this ISN'T the fount of all knowledge?

Kickstarter has issues completing transactions with non-US debit cards.

Well, three days - it's our anniversary on the 13th - but yes. I'm left wondering what I did to deserve them, though. Oh! Maybe it's because I said I'd give him the Steam code for that DoubleFine game I pledged for in Kickstarter. Or maybe I've been mumbling Goldblum in my sleep.

My husband bought me roses and chocolates today.

I only pledged this morning, while I was on Kickstarter checking on something else I'd pledged on. I am so late to this party.

Augh. That thing gives me the visceral shudders. I never used to be bothered by BigDog, but Jake's disgust has infected me purely by hearing it!

My car has brain damage. The only solution for this, beyond fitting my car with a padded helmet and a mouthguard, is a new brain. The new brain can only be installed by the dealer (the company that made my car no longer exists, but other GM brand dealerships can do "dealer" work) because the brain's ROM needs to be flashed with a very specific set of firmware or something. The new brain costs $900, and it will take some time (and cost in labour) to install, flash, tests etc. My car's blue book value is probably about equal to the (estimated and probably low-balled) total cost of this repair. I'm not sure I'm ready to replace my car though. She's the only car I've ever owned, and beyond the obvious sentimental attachments and money issue (Cash for Clunkers took ALL the inexpensive used cars out of the market, so cheap used cars don't really exist these days) I have never bought a car and have absolutely no idea how that sort of thing works.

At first I thought you meant more things one could do with the lady. I was imagining you had just discovered an illuminating pamphlet.

All I ask is that you PM me your mailing address, and reply to the letter I send you. (MANIC, DISTURBING SMILE.)

hey let me tell you a secret everyone has problems

"Well, it doesn't matter how you feel inside, you know? It's what shows up on the surface that counts. That's what my mother taught me. Take all your bad feelings and push them down, all the way down, past your knees until you're almost walking on them. And then you'll fit in, and you'll be invited to parties, and boys will like you, and happiness will follow." ALL RIGHT GUYS HERE GOES You may or may not have worked out that I am amazing at avoiding discussing Deep and Meaningful Things, Especially Emotions. I learned from the best (scroll to "Cloud Cuckoo Lander" and I bet you can work it out). I'd estimate that even my husband and my best friend know, at the most, only about 75% of whats going on in my horrible little head at the time. This has caused problems. In general, since my father got sick I have been doing quite badly in the brain-pan but cleverly not telling anyone because I don't want to mess up their day. Instead, I've been distracting myself self-destructively - between November and Christmas last year I half-heartedly took up smoking again, then quit; I spend my lunch hour driving around aimlessly trying not to think about things; I haven't exercised in months. It turns out that it's generally not a good idea to bottle up horribleness, because then it sort of bubbles over into bad decisions and other rubbish and that makes a bigger mess of someone's day than just telling them you feel sad. Anyway. I've decided to stop drinking for a month or so, and I'm trying to be more honest about how I feel (even though I'm quite concerned that I'll end up Tanu-ing). tl;dr: subbes' marital strife is actually not so much marital strife as a "jesus christ, woman, perhaps you could tell people how you feel about things once in a while" episode. Oh, also - I'm running a fever right now so the above might not actually make any sense. Bibble.