White -- and then use remote controlled LED lighting to set the color according to your whim.
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Cheshire Cat.
Pink 
I would have a pink office if I could. I'm here with dirty industrial grey.
I would have a pink office if I could. I'm here with dirty industrial grey.
Eriol's office (the one that's now bright green), was pretty much the same colour pink as Toadette's hat when we moved in. He refused to take that room as his office until it was painted. I thought it was awesome (though I could never have worked in there).Pink
I would have a pink office if I could. I'm here with dirty industrial grey.
Depends. What color is the furniture and flooring? Also, how much light does the room get?
I have to have my rooms painted. I hate living with white walls. To me, white walls always feel like the room is unfinished, and I hate leaving things undone. Thus, every room in my house is a different color, but I also made sure that the colors nearby are complimentary. I'm proudest of making my dining room and kitchen red, but I knew I could do it because those rooms get a lot of light.
Floor is beige carpet (ew, but I'm not replacing it; we so don't have the funds for that right now). Good amount of natural light (that's why I claimed the room). Trim/doors are white, and is staying that way. Desk and book shelves are pine/birch (yellow-ish, but light). Office chair is crimson. Hall outside has green carpet and green walls - similar but not the same (weirdly) as the wall colour in the office.
That certainly is one option.
"Why are you putting on those goggles?"
"No reason." <Click> Strobing ensues.
"Blargh."
It would also add to the effect when you sounded "red alert" or "battle stations".
Dark paints look amazing with the white trim.
Can't sleep but I need to be up in 5 hours and get to work. And it's not my fault I chose to stay up late. Bah.
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I think so, too. Maybe a shade of burgundy or plum.
Dammit, I'm right at the finish line. Like, VERY close to the finish. I'm 40,900 words into this book and...I don't know how or what to do with the final confrontation. I know who's behind it all and why, but I'm having severe writer's block on what to do with the actual confrontation and reveal. Or the outcome, come to think of it.
Stupid writer's block.
Stupid writer's block.
Just write something. Anything. Splat it out (only not the way Hugs suggests).Dammit, I'm right at the finish line. Like, VERY close to the finish. I'm 40,900 words into this book and...I don't know how or what to do with the final confrontation. I know who's behind it all and why, but I'm having severe writer's block on what to do with the actual confrontation and reveal. Or the outcome, come to think of it.
Stupid writer's block.
If you like it, great, you've done it. If you don't, try again. And again. And again. The trick is, don't second guess it while you're doing this whatever version. That's really what writer's block is, second-guessing yourself into lethargy.
GasBandit
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Don't read this if you aren't a fan of poop stories.
I have just taken, literally, the most unpleasant shit of my entire life. Including all the times I've ever been food-poisoned and glued to the toilet with my head in the tub, praying for death.
I don't know what the hell I ate but it spent all weekend backing up and solidifying until it was roughly the thickness of my wrist (and I don't have a small wrist), and it felt like trying to pass a baseball wrapped tightly in the driest of yarn. Getting it out was a long, exhausting, painful ordeal as I would strain myself dizzy then gather my strength for a few minutes to try and force it again, millimeter by bowel-shredding millimeter. There was a great amount of time where I was worriedly weighing which would have been the least awful option - hobbling to the phone to call an ambulance, or hobbling to the kitchen to get, I don't know, a fondue fork to try to dig it out with, or at least break off the part I'd managed to get out so I wouldn't be "past the point of no return" any more and could marshall myself for a second attempt or maybe get a laxative in me or something. The cat looked at me the whole time like I'd grown goat horns. After a while I finally lost all sensation in my ass and could push harder and longer without the feeling of being split in half from below. It took nearly an hour and was almost too big to fit through the U bend. It took several flushes to get the damn thing down, a few inches per flush with water almost backing all the way up each time but then filtering down around the edges, then normalizing, and trying again. It was a process that reminded me all too much of what I'd just gone through, and I was hoping like hell I wasn't going to have to plunge this golgathan demonspawn down because frankly I was spent already by that time, barely able to stand.
So, tomorrow. Grocery store. Fiber. Lots of it.
I don't know what the hell I ate but it spent all weekend backing up and solidifying until it was roughly the thickness of my wrist (and I don't have a small wrist), and it felt like trying to pass a baseball wrapped tightly in the driest of yarn. Getting it out was a long, exhausting, painful ordeal as I would strain myself dizzy then gather my strength for a few minutes to try and force it again, millimeter by bowel-shredding millimeter. There was a great amount of time where I was worriedly weighing which would have been the least awful option - hobbling to the phone to call an ambulance, or hobbling to the kitchen to get, I don't know, a fondue fork to try to dig it out with, or at least break off the part I'd managed to get out so I wouldn't be "past the point of no return" any more and could marshall myself for a second attempt or maybe get a laxative in me or something. The cat looked at me the whole time like I'd grown goat horns. After a while I finally lost all sensation in my ass and could push harder and longer without the feeling of being split in half from below. It took nearly an hour and was almost too big to fit through the U bend. It took several flushes to get the damn thing down, a few inches per flush with water almost backing all the way up each time but then filtering down around the edges, then normalizing, and trying again. It was a process that reminded me all too much of what I'd just gone through, and I was hoping like hell I wasn't going to have to plunge this golgathan demonspawn down because frankly I was spent already by that time, barely able to stand.
So, tomorrow. Grocery store. Fiber. Lots of it.
Time to up your vegetable intake, too, I'd say. They're the best source of fibre, especially broccoli and beans.
Also:
http://www.chicagonow.com/get-fit-c...-that-relieve-constipation-and-help-you-poop/[DOUBLEPOST=1403579509,1403579083][/DOUBLEPOST]Writing update:
Well, didn't quite break the writer's block, but got some written. I'm now up to 41,667 words. Had a small surprise happen that I didn't plan on, but think it may work out well. We'll see.
GasBandit
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Welllll....
It was varying shades of brown, from extremely dark to kind of caramel-ish, but the colors were segregated in great brain-like folds, as if many different dumps were packed unceremoniously in a tube behind a concrete plug for many days, with more coming down the pipe all along. It tended to get darker the closer you got to the extruded end.
Frankly I was astounded and relieved it wasn't coated with blood.
Frankly I was astounded and relieved it wasn't coated with blood.
I don't know why, but I honestly expected this spoiler to contain a picture.
I clicked on it anyhow.
I uhm. Hm.
I mainly wanted to know if it was mostly light-colored. That usually indicates too much meat/dairy/milk. If you are getting lots of colors, then at least your diet is sufficiently varied. If this is the first time you've run into it, then great. Otherwise, you may want to consider a set of Playtex gloves and a tube of K-Y within easy reach if you think this sort of thing will sneak up on you again.
I've been in that sort of situation a few times during my life. I sympathize.
--Patrick
I've been in that sort of situation a few times during my life. I sympathize.
--Patrick
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So, I'm moving to Michigan in a week. The house is packed (including my desktop computer WHAT WAS I THINKING) and on the moving truck. My wife, three kids, and I are living with her parents and sister for the time being while I get through these last four days of work in a job I hate.
I like my in-laws well enough, but damn, that's a lot of up-close in-law time. I'm wavering between going home to escape the job I hate, or staying late to escape the close quarters.
I like my in-laws well enough, but damn, that's a lot of up-close in-law time. I'm wavering between going home to escape the job I hate, or staying late to escape the close quarters.
Internet is out (Father-in-law hasn't paid the bill due 7/3, but it seems they've decided to "teach us a lesson" or something). Probably won't be back on until Thurs at the earliest. Yay smartphone tethering. Also, today was the day that Charter decided to make all cable digital-only in our area.
THERE IS NO MORE PBS KIDS FOR OUR 4YR-OLD.
SEND HELP.
--Patrick
THERE IS NO MORE PBS KIDS FOR OUR 4YR-OLD.
SEND HELP.
--Patrick
GasBandit
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See, it's things like this that justify me having pirated all 3 Looney tunes golden collections and saved them on a hard drive.
See if you can borrow dvds of kid shows from your local library branch?
We have about 200+ VHS/DVD, and that's just the kids' stuff. We're not hurting for material, we just can't get his "shows" for a couple days, so his routine is ruined. Ruined!
--Patrick