― Dr.C, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 12:56 (eighteen years ago)
― C J, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 12:59 (eighteen years ago)
― nathalie, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 13:03 (eighteen years ago)
― Dr.C, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 13:03 (eighteen years ago)
― Dr.C, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 13:04 (eighteen years ago)
― Pashmina, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 13:08 (eighteen years ago)
― nathalie, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 13:09 (eighteen years ago)
― Ms Misery, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 13:29 (eighteen years ago)
― accentmonkey, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 13:38 (eighteen years ago)
― Archel, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 13:42 (eighteen years ago)
― Nicole, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 13:51 (eighteen years ago)
― Dr.C, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 13:53 (eighteen years ago)
― Ms Misery, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 13:54 (eighteen years ago)
― Dr.C, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 13:56 (eighteen years ago)
― C J, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 14:01 (eighteen years ago)
― Dr.C, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 14:17 (eighteen years ago)
― C J, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 14:19 (eighteen years ago)
― Tracer Hand, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 14:54 (eighteen years ago)
― darraghmac, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 15:06 (eighteen years ago)
― rumpie, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 15:10 (eighteen years ago)
― ailsa, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 15:10 (eighteen years ago)
― Maria :D, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 15:26 (eighteen years ago)
― Ms Misery, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 15:28 (eighteen years ago)
― Laurel, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 15:29 (eighteen years ago)
― chicago kevin, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 15:31 (eighteen years ago)
― Ms Misery, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 15:33 (eighteen years ago)
― Maria :D, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 15:39 (eighteen years ago)
― nathalie, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 15:40 (eighteen years ago)
― Michael White, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 15:41 (eighteen years ago)
― Jaq, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 15:43 (eighteen years ago)
― .stet., Tuesday, 27 February 2007 15:50 (eighteen years ago)
― Maria :D, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 15:53 (eighteen years ago)
― darraghmac, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 15:54 (eighteen years ago)
reading the last four or five posts, i think we are getting a clear view of ILX if it was a real person.
― Maria :D, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 15:55 (eighteen years ago)
― darraghmac, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 15:58 (eighteen years ago)
― nathalie, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 15:58 (eighteen years ago)
― C J, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 15:58 (eighteen years ago)
― teeny, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 16:11 (eighteen years ago)
― Ms Misery, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 16:13 (eighteen years ago)
― Mark C, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 16:16 (eighteen years ago)
― Ms Misery, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 16:16 (eighteen years ago)
― Mark C, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 16:17 (eighteen years ago)
― Dr.C, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 16:19 (eighteen years ago)
― Dr.C, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 16:20 (eighteen years ago)
― Ms Misery, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 16:24 (eighteen years ago)
― Laurel, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 16:24 (eighteen years ago)
― Dr.C, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 16:26 (eighteen years ago)
― C J, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 16:27 (eighteen years ago)
― Jaq, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 16:32 (eighteen years ago)
― Dr.C, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 16:34 (eighteen years ago)
― Michael White, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 16:36 (eighteen years ago)
― Noodle Vague, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 16:41 (eighteen years ago)
― tissp, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 16:44 (eighteen years ago)
― tissp, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 16:47 (eighteen years ago)
― max, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 16:48 (eighteen years ago)
― max, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 16:51 (eighteen years ago)
― tissp, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 16:52 (eighteen years ago)
― Ms Misery, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 16:55 (eighteen years ago)
― accentmonkey, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 16:56 (eighteen years ago)
― Laurel, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 16:57 (eighteen years ago)
― max, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 17:05 (eighteen years ago)
― Laurel, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 17:05 (eighteen years ago)
― G00blar, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 17:06 (eighteen years ago)
― ailsa, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 17:08 (eighteen years ago)
― accentmonkey, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 17:10 (eighteen years ago)
― the schef (adam schefter ha ha), Tuesday, 27 February 2007 17:10 (eighteen years ago)
― Beth Parker, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 17:24 (eighteen years ago)
― ailsa, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 17:25 (eighteen years ago)
I talk with the I-am-completely-knowledgable-on-this-subject voice even when there's a good chance I-am-completely-making-it-up
― kenan, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 17:28 (eighteen years ago)
― Tracer Hand, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 17:30 (eighteen years ago)
― peter in montreal, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 17:31 (eighteen years ago)
― kenan, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 17:31 (eighteen years ago)
― accentmonkey, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 18:20 (eighteen years ago)
― Maria :D, Wednesday, 28 February 2007 03:08 (eighteen years ago)
misread the thread title as "what's the habitrail that YOU have" ... sigh
― I ♠ my display name (sarahel), Monday, 28 September 2009 00:54 (sixteen years ago)
When my wife and I are discussing some or other subject of importance, where it is important that we understand one another, I am in the habit of repeating what my wife has just said and explaining what part of it I do not understand and why it does not make sense to me.
This drives her nuts, since I am always supposed to understand everything she says, no matter if her words or syntax are confusing. Rather, I am supposed to supplement my imperfect understanding through observing her tone of voice and body language, which she deems more than enough to make up for any deficiency in her precise use of English.
This, in turn, drives me nuts. Because she will refuse to clarify what she means, asserting that I am just playing semantic games and, once again, I should already know what she meant and so why should she repeat herself?
― Aimless, Monday, 28 September 2009 01:40 (sixteen years ago)
I interrupt TV or yardwork or podcast-listening to ask inane questions. Because things pop into my head that seem important to ask but then once I've actually asked, and he gives me that expectant/bored/fake interested expression then I realize I'm in the spotlight and then I get embarrassed and I say, 'oh don't worry'...but of course by then he's stopped whatever he's doing so now he wants to know...and then when he gets me to say it, it's a total nonevent and I know that it's maddening.
also I get really really OCD about certain bands, and then like a 5 year old who's really into ZOMG DINOSAURS that's all I can talk about for days and weeks on end.... and that's the only thing I listen to in the car.... and at home... I've seen times where he's on the verge of screaming GAH SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP! But he doesn't. Which is why I love him :)
― VegemiteGrrrl, Monday, 28 September 2009 01:58 (sixteen years ago)
I talk to myself all the time :(
― Dearth Disco (Trayce), Monday, 28 September 2009 02:01 (sixteen years ago)
Oh and, smoking, probably.
also this (on the same Sharon talks about inane things kick): We were driving home from work, and just apropos of nothing I started telling him about a hotdog I had for lunch that had coleslaw on it. He's silent. So I say gaily 'That's nice Sharon, sounds good.' Passive-aggressively of course. And then in his hilarious Homer Simpson-high-pitched-sarcastic-voice he says, quite loudly, "REEEEEEEALLLLY? COOOOOOOLESLAW? ON A HOOOOOT-DOG? THAT'S AAAAA-MAAAAAAZING!!! I CAN'T BEEELIEEEEEVE ANYONE WOULD PUT COLESLAW ON A HOT DOG!!!" And I laughed hysterically, and then told him I think I liked it better before when he didn't say anything.
― VegemiteGrrrl, Monday, 28 September 2009 02:03 (sixteen years ago)
besides my inability to consistently read his mind, probably the way I will say, "I need to do (blank)" and then not do it immediately, or even at the next available opportunity.
argument we had last night involving my inability to read his mind, he was trying to come up with the name of a movie to recommend to a friend:
him: you know, the one with the eyeball lady?me: huh?him: the eyeball lady, where they wall off Ireland?me: wall off Ireland?him: c'mon work with me, here. You know the one I'm talking about.me: Doomsday? They wall off Northern England and Scotland. Ireland is a separate island.him: (walks off in a huff)
― I ♠ my display name (sarahel), Monday, 28 September 2009 02:10 (sixteen years ago)
-let my hair grow too long-tune out of convos/interrupt convos-enthusiastically talk shit about 60s&70s music that she does not care baout-swearing in public.
― wilter, Monday, 28 September 2009 02:20 (sixteen years ago)
"Oh come on, we were just talking about that a couple of days ago!"
― Niles Caulder, Monday, 28 September 2009 03:38 (sixteen years ago)
Batman
consistently ask her what's wrong with ther when there's nothing wrong with her, until there's something wrong with her, and it's me.
― What are the benefits of dating a younger guy, better erections? (darraghmac), Monday, 28 September 2009 08:50 (sixteen years ago)
^^^oh, yes.
― Ned Trifle II, Monday, 28 September 2009 09:55 (sixteen years ago)
Also my constant demands for head.
― Ned Trifle II, Monday, 28 September 2009 09:56 (sixteen years ago)
cum 2 quik.
― denim nutsack (Whitey on the Moon), Tuesday, 29 September 2009 00:36 (sixteen years ago)
Bravehart? The Dark Crystal?
― Mr. Que, Tuesday, 29 September 2009 00:37 (sixteen years ago)
It was Doomsday. I was being a bit condescending with the gratuitous geography lesson.
― I ♠ my display name (sarahel), Tuesday, 29 September 2009 00:39 (sixteen years ago)