Random Thought Thread

Nice

 

How do you find a man who doesn't want to be found?

 

Why so many compartments?

 

Honestly, I think people get along too well with their parents, or their parents give them too much freedom or something. So many twenty-somethings still living with their parents - I don't think that can work too well if everyone involved is an independent adult, so the kids allow themselves to stay "kids" for longer in order to maintain harmony.

 

Top is basic fridge with a deli drawer. The uppermost drawer is a freezer and has the ice bin, and is meant for things you grab regularly (Mrs. A likes little ice cream things, for example). The middle drawer is meant for longer term storage, supposed to get opened and shut less often and preserve the temperature better. The large bottom drawer is a fridge again, but sized for 2l bottles of tea, soda, also serves as a vegetable crisper, especially for larger vegetables like daikon radishes and negi, which I think are leeks.

Daikon:

 

I'm used to 76 degrees in my apartment. My dad keeps his house at 60 degrees.

If I die of frostbite, I'll be very upset.

 

They are going to have to chisel my frozen corpse out of the permafrost, Homer.

Body parts I'm fond of are turning purple.

PURPLE.

 

Meanwhile, in the South, the thermostat's on 75 and I still have a space heater running in my bedroom.

 

But don't I remember you alluding to being a fellow member of the permasweater club?

 

From Wikipedia:

 

Sounds like a great excuse to stay in bed. At least, stay there until your butler gets a nice cozy fire going in the fireplace to take the chill off, and brings your morning coffee.

 

So I'm moving today.

And actually, a crap ton of junk actually fits in my little sedan.

(Still stealing my dad's truck tomorrow for the book cases & disassemble bed)

 

Ah moving, the moment you realize just how much stuff you have.

 

I fixed it for you.

 

Thank you sir, that you did.

 

When I moved about seven, eight years ago I got rid of a ton of my kid-era toys and assorted bullshit (legos, pokemon cards, y'know), but at sixteen I still had nostalgic attachments to a lot of it, so what I didn't get rid of ended up in the basement of the new house. Bunch of cardboard boxes and rubbermaid bins and a few bags. Earlier this year I got back down there and got it down to one medium-sized-ish box and a gym bag. Felt good I've been cleaning up / cleaning out my place a lot over the past month, too. I love to get rid of shit until it's two years later and I'm going, "Where's my fuckin' ... aw, that's right."

 

The difference between a hoarder and a collector is the size of your house.

 

I've decided to get booted from a Facebook group.

One of the comedy pages I follow has decided to get aggressively, off-topic political. And it's politics I agree with, but that's not why I subscribe. I belong to more than enough political pages and my friends are very involved; I belong to that comedy page for a break.

Never been booted, suspended, or banned from anything on the internet before, I think I'm just going to get pissy til the door hits me in the ass...

 

Granted, I don't move my bed & book cases till today.

But I feel like I actually have a lot less stuff than I originally assumed. . .

 

Someone has an unholy attraction to the color beige.

 

I just moved in yesterday, so I can't be blamed for the current state of design.

 

Anything is better than avocado green.