Wilde_Guess

Happy birthday, @WillowDarkling.

Happy birthday to you!

Happy birthday, WD! Any chance you’re turning 40? (WD-40, get it? Ima laff riot.) 

Happy 🎂 Birthday @WillowDarkling! 

Happy birthday, @WillowDarkling.

Sending big hugs to Ghost and Cold and the furbabies…   

Don’t fret, it’s perfectly good to be sending support hugs/vibes through the chat here, to give the morale support to our fellow AFF’ers. 
My area… prone to the occasional hurricane, and it’s big news when an EF-0 pops off shingles to a barn roof.  Your area…  sounds like the pasttime is playing ping-pong with the EF-2/3 tornados in the game.

Safe rooms were becoming more common for awhile, but more often than not, people wind up putting a trap door in to access the crawl space. Shelters elsewhere open for watches, and when I was a kid, we went to the basement even for severe thunderstorm warnings. That city has become so backwards it’s embarrassing, and that was before they shut down the public transportation system.
In the alley, we tend to get desensitized to tornadoes happening in nearby communities—we sometimes spend entire days under a tornado watch with nothing coming of it—but when you have one carving through your backyard, it’s a different story. The news outlets, by the way, finally confirmed the one Monday night/Tuesday morning as an an EF-1. It was nasty enough to bend billboard supports down to the ground, strip trees, wreck roofs, and fuck shit up, but weak enough for the damage to be relatively minimal. Today, I spent god only knows how long sitting on the floor in the closet shaking like a leaf, and it seems to have missed us.

The current outbreak, described in this news article, has spawned over 60 tornadoes across several states since Monday. I’m trying to stay away from the news right now because it’s traumatizing.
Thanks for being patient right now. I know I sound like a broken record. PTSD sucks balls and it can just go straight to the pit.

Can’t ask for a better end, dying surrounded by friends

Given how my Potter fanfic is developing, I’m having to lean in heavily onto google maps, which is why I’m picking up on more of these details.

They don't call 'em feeder tanks for nuthin'. 

Happy birthday, and I hope it didn’t suck too much!

Happy belated birthday, Kags, and I second Melrick, hope it didn’t suck too much! 

A belated Happy Birthday to you.

ty to both of you

A belated Happy Birthday to you.

Belated Happy Birthday! 🍾

@manta2g, you do know that fully fifty percent of your fellow Canadians live well south of the 49th Parallel for a reason, don’t you?

@manta2g Think you need two of these… at least.  And… ☕ ☕ ☕

Been sitting in the -40s all week with the bloody north wind. Well my fault for being in Manisnowba.

Welp. It dipped to -7 last night. Thanks, I hate it. So does my arthritis. 

You have five former counties.  You have five current boroughs.  Most importantly, you have five slightly different ways of saying, “at least we’re not Detroit.  Or Chiraq.”
You can tell a Brooklynite, you just can’t tell them anything.  Why are the buildings so tall in Manhattan?  Short buildings get caught in their nostrils.  Why is it called The Bronx?  To assure everyone else that there will only ever be one of them.  What is the greatest achievement of Queens?  That they ran off most of the acutal ‘queens’ to Greenwich Village.  Why is it Staten Island?  New Jersey didn’t want them, either.
… I think I’ll see myself out now…  
[added ten minutes later...] But there is ‘redemption,’ and there’s good in bad in most places.  Suzanne Vega could only have written Tom’s Diner at Broadway and West 112th Street.  You can practically feel Morningside Heights when you listen to it, whether the original recording or the DNA remix.  Likewise, Billy Joel is a New Yorker from The Bronx, and Upper Manhattan gave us the absolute brilliance of the Harlem Renaissance.

“Illin’ noise” is also frozen solid.  I haven’t left the house in almost a week because of it.  It’s forecast to get up to a balmy twenty-four degrees Fahrenheit tomorrow, though.

Option two would definitely be up Youngman’s alley.
Meanwhile, I’ve been stuck with a Suzanne Vega earworm for the past several hours.  And, there’s nothing I can do do do duh do do do duh about it.  Not kidding about the earworm, though.
Cheers!

It’s provocative to say the least.  Maybe the man’s an idiot?  Maybe the man’s saying his wife’s too ugly to fuck?  Maybe she’s refusing his advances?  (And sneakily bopping his sister instead.)  Maybe he’s fitted a chastity belt onto her?  Number of reasons go through my head, which is about as interesting to the fact the mind spat that out yesterday morning as I woke up.