TattleTeeny

Maybe they had all intentions of doing so, but then saw LR in action and declared, "Yikes, no stimulants for that chick!"

Sort of--but I am recalling a life far different than that of these HWs. First, it was way back in our late teens/early 20s, usually at parties that didn't consist only of...partakers. So the ones who did would adjourn in a group to the privacy of a bathroom or bedroom. I have no idea why at a party where everyone but Rinna and that little dude was participating a bunch of people would cram into a literal bathroom, leaving just them at the table (haha, tell them to go to the bathroom), especially when they're adults who own the multi-room house in the first place. To me, it sounds like another thing she wants to sound "cool gal" about--like "I know stuff, you guys!" I sort of think that any one of these people's age/status/whatever would probably just go do his or her own coke on a solo trip to the bathroom and not have some weird "Whee! We're cool teenagers getting away with shit!" attitude. They seem like they'd keep that private. I remember I was at a party once, waiting for the bathroom--tiny bathroom in a tiny apartment--and a guy came out and gave me like a little winky "it's all yours" thing as he passed me. I was like, OK, whatever, and went in to find that, neatly on the back of the toilet tank, was a line. I didn't know that guy, so why was he (ostensibly a poor college kid like me) sharing his expensive drugs? Was he one of those outwardly slovenly art kids (you know the kind--the patchouli-scented neo-hippie type) but with wealthy parents (I was probably the former, definitely not the latter)? Was I supposed to leave some for the next person waiting? What the hell was this strange game?

That's perfectly OK! But considering that this dude seemed to have kept all the paint he'd ever used* maybe he could have gone back and done a few swipes when he put the place on the market, haha! * Luckily, during one visit with my real estate guy, the seller stopped by and showed me the old paint--and I told him, nuh-uh, you dispose of it when you go; I ain't got time for that mess! Knowing him, he probably just put it in the regular trash.

Well, OK, I guess? I have no idea what that has to do with anything I said in that quoted post above, but perhaps you have a point? I really wouldn't know anything about that; I only had an opinion on the show itself.

Favorite space-maximizing tips? This is for a two floor, two-BR condo...with two people (and two rambunctious cats) living in it--and those two people love books, tchotchkes, and random ephemera (and, on my end, clothing). Out-of-the-ordinary hints very welcome--in fact, encouraged. Websites about this always seem to start with a "throw stuff out" approach; I don't necessarily like that (and that's cheatin'; anyone can maximize space by taking things out of it, haha!), though I do it periodically, and am actually a very neat and organized person. Limitations: Oddly designed walk-in closet for my clothes (previous owner was a bit wacky. Example: when he painted the bathrooms, he not only left the admittedly tough-to-reach space behind the toilets blank, but he also opted not to take down the shower curtain tension rods [yup, tension rods...that you can simply take down in all of two seconds] and instead painted around them--and sloppily at that!--leaving two white circle-ish spots in each bathroom. Along with paint splotches on the rods themselves.) Under-the stairs storage closet--the stuff in there, way back in its triangular-shaped depths, is typically stuff we don't need to get to too often, as we have to burrow past coats and stuff. Boyfriend who is rarely up to participate in a real-deal, all-day culling session--and who pretty much took up our three storage closets (but not my clothes one) even though the entire second BR is his "hideout." I'm all for sharing but I need his help to organize the big closet that has a lot of his stuff in it because I have no idea what he wants to do with it! My weird thing about keeping "like with like." It truly bugs me when this can't be sometimes.

She could have pulled it off (so to speak) without the "pretty little puss" remark, maybe. That seemed bitter.

Oh, sure, probably--TBH, I really don't even know who pushed it and when or why at this point; Erika's ire could be completely misdirected for all I know. I just meant to indicate that I thought she attempted to let it go (and even that she didn't think then that there was anything to "let go") at an earlier point and that just didn't happen for her and it snowballed. I don't think she was faking being OK with it before, but did get sick of it later, no matter who or what was the catalyst for that. I don't blame her in that regard, whether or not she sees herself as a cool cucumber about shit like that.

I feel like Erika made her feelings on the dumb flashing incident pretty clear when she said that continuing to talk about it makes it worse. She didn't seem upset or embarrassed about the blunder when it happened. And when she said that, she'd already graciously enough accepted the gift, complimented it, thanked Dorit, and even laughed with them about it. So I think what she said about it only getting worse was a hint that she didn't really want that to happen--even a veiled request that they stop there. When they didn't, it started to bother her even though she'd been over it earlier. Mileage may vary as to whether not wanting it to go further is being a baby snowflake or whatever, as she's the one who don't wear underwear blah-de-blah-blah-blah-barf-already--but it seems to me that she simply wanted it to stop at Dorit's gift.

I have no love for PK (and no hate really, either) but I find it odd for him to be called out for "meddling" in the women's business. I realize that it may be his way of angling for screen attention, but one of those women is his wife, plus he was present for some of the shit they're on about). While the other women--and Dorit--are free to tell him to butt out, it's not meddling at all, IMO.

Yeah, I was left with mixed opinions on both Rita and Tyler by the end, when earlier I had felt one was "good" and the other "bad." And what is with the town hall having lists of people's friends?!

Just finished it. I actually yelled "Oh noooooo!"my car alone at the end of episode 2. And John B. was downright clairvoyant when it came to the political powers that be in 2017. Not that he liked much of anything, but he would really not like this. I really want to know more about Faye, the town clerk. Something was very weird there with her and that list of people John knew.

My BF keeps telling me I'd like Black Tapes, but I keep forgetting. Finished S-Town today; now I'm listening to Talking Crime's podcast about the S-Town podcast, haha!

Haha! I always wonder exactly who those warnings are for; if you're old enough to read--and also not a dog or cat--you're probably not likely to do do the things that the warnings are about anyway. Sort of like how a sign in a store asking people not to steal is probably not going to change the minds of people who would in the first place. I've always enjoyed the "UNPLUG IT!" on the hairdryer tag, in quotation marks as if it's an official slogan, and with no follow up; how can I dry my hair then?!

I really hope the people who see the Lysol commercial that shows people licking food off of the countertop read the fine print/instructions that after using the product, you're supposed to then wipe the surface again with "potable water."

Oh, thank you--I better not go in there!

Is anyone listening to S-Town? I think I'm late to it, but I'm sucked in.

Why is stupid Angie's List Angie acting as if she's cleverly revealing something that most people don't know when she says, "And we can also verify that what goes down doesn't always come back up"? Right, Angie--we already know that because gravity.

When I was in college, there was guy we called Tree Tim. He was a hippie type and he walked around with a shovel planting trees on campus. He actually got in trouble for it (to be fair, I have no idea if he knew the right places to put trees, so maybe it was warranted). Oddly enough, he also carried a plastic bag -- the kind with a zipper that can go in the freezer -- to use as an inflatable pillow.

A work peeve: people (most of them here for that matter) who don't fully read an e-mail, and then, if they respond at all, do not do so effectively, e.g., replying "yes" to a message that had multiple questions, some of which were not of the "yes or no" variety. Further, sending back to me information that I included and noted as incomplete for my purposes. Not only do you NOT take a minute to understand what I have said, but you go on to take extra minutes to, say, locate the same link that I sent you in the first place to explain why it did NOT hold the answer I need. ADDENDUM: When I, at best, get called a nitpicker for having to ask yet again for what I need to properly do my job from the people whose job it is to get it for me. And, at worst, am told that it's inappropriate to try to "get others to do my work for" me (knowing it is not my job and also that I have no way of finding what I am not authorized to find). And, extra-worst, when I, as the copy editor, then take the brunt of the blame for incomplete info going to print (due to no one getting it for me despite the fact that I was a "pest" to my coworkers). Cannot win.

Haha, I am the one who won't let weeks go by before addressing it. Which really became apparent when I charged him with replacing that rubber toilet thing, which had gotten old and warped and was causing a barely noticeable slow leak... that would not have cost me over $200 for one water bill (for a condo, not even a house, mind you!) had it been handled when I was told it would be handled! Ugh. The lesson here? That tiny water drop adds up fast, people.

At the same time, cherish the luxury of leaving repairs, exterior chores, and other owner responsibilities to someone else. As the actual name on our mortgage, and the one of the two of us that has a more flexible schedule and more generous salary, it's always me who has to research, schedule, wait for (using up a vacation day), and finance every damn thing. Makes me sometimes miss the days of calling the apartment office before work, then coming home eight hours later to a fixed faucet or whatever (except when they fixed my broken sink sprayer by...simply removing the broken sink sprayer altogether and putting a little metal disc in the hole it once occupied. Oh, hell no!).

It is my ACTUAL JOB to correct that kind of stuff and I get called nitpicky. We have that here and while I don't really care about favoritism itself(I'm just here to do my job--well!--and go home), I get annoyed when it is obvious (and not because I am not one of the favored ones). It's just gross.

My peeve today is The Walking Dead episode thread.

Well, to be fair, considering her plan (which I dug), the issue of climate was a moot point.

Toward the printing of approximately 9,657 address labels you will receive in thanks for your donations, and piles of blank greeting cards with various animal pictures*. Or a few super tiny and thin fleece blankets...which I actually brought to my animal shelter, so that's good (we wrap the cats' beds with towels and blankets because its easier and faster than cleaning the actual beds). (*Which I split in half and used for the big "Ides of" postcard thing--the better to make angry "pussy" puns with.)