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thebratqueen's post about the difficulties of finding advice on how to organize your life when you're a single person who doesn't actually want Martha Stewart living, just, y'know, something survivable, I clicked over to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fan_domestics, where fannish types trade advice on, while, domestic topics. In checking out the memories, I found a post
on car repairs and getting shafted that made me whimper with fellow-feeling, and then with delight, for lo! One commenter supplied the url of CarTalk's Mechan-X Files, which lists over 16,000 mechanics who've been recommended by listeners and allows you to search by zip code and check out their ratings in areas like "treats male and female customes the same" and "they respond well when they screw something up."
All of which is to say, I still haven't figured out where I'm going to go to get my long-overdue oil change, but, wow! Choices!
sithdragn was telling a story about how she found herself explaining the mechanics of fisting to someone, and at one point started rattling off the various sexual practices she was conversant in thanks to slash: "Felching and docking and dirty sanchez..."
I went, "Hey, wait--" andkeelywolfe said, "Wait, docking?" so at least it wasn't just me. Sith got as far as "Okay, so one guy's circumcised, and the other isn't," before everybody in the room went, "Ohhh," and then moved on to other porn stories, but I've been mulling over the docking thing all day. I mean, for one thing, I've read a fair amount of porn, but I'd never run across this one, by name or description or implication or anything. For another... well, think about it. And then try to stop having it occur to you at random moments for the rest of the day.
...aaaand just as I typed that, my boss's boss walked up. Thankfully on the service desk side, where she can't see my screen. I think maybe I'll just friendslock this now. Just. Because.
thebratqueen's post about the difficulties of finding advice on how to organize your life when you're a single person who doesn't actually want Martha Stewart living, just, y'know, something survivable, I clicked over to fan_domestics, where fannish types trade advice on, while, domestic topics. In checking out the memories, I found a poston car repairs and getting shafted that made me whimper with fellow-feeling, and then with delight, for lo! One commenter supplied the url of CarTalk's Mechan-X Files, which lists over 16,000 mechanics who've been recommended by listeners and allows you to search by zip code and check out their ratings in areas like "treats male and female customes the same" and "they respond well when they screw something up."
All of which is to say, I still haven't figured out where I'm going to go to get my long-overdue oil change, but, wow! Choices!
sithdragn was telling a story about how she found herself explaining the mechanics of fisting to someone, and at one point started rattling off the various sexual practices she was conversant in thanks to slash: "Felching and docking and dirty sanchez..." I went, "Hey, wait--" and
keelywolfe said, "Wait, docking?" so at least it wasn't just me. Sith got as far as "Okay, so one guy's circumcised, and the other isn't," before everybody in the room went, "Ohhh," and then moved on to other porn stories, but I've been mulling over the docking thing all day. I mean, for one thing, I've read a fair amount of porn, but I'd never run across this one, by name or description or implication or anything. For another... well, think about it. And then try to stop having it occur to you at random moments for the rest of the day. ...aaaand just as I typed that, my boss's boss walked up. Thankfully on the service desk side, where she can't see my screen. I think maybe I'll just friendslock this now. Just. Because.