You're wrong about River. River's not on the ship. They didn't want her here, but she couldn't make herself leave. So she melted... Melted away. They didn't know she could do that, but she did.

River ,'Objects In Space'


Natter 42, the Universe, and Everything  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, flaming otters, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


Nutty - Feb 08, 2006 8:52:31 am PST #5744 of 10002
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."

Phrase that makes me laugh:

just another weapon of craxy.

Once upon a time, in fact in Newton's day, there were metaphors in use of "Exactly what kind of god is this??" when attempting to reconcile scientific discovery to received doctrine. I find the "clockmaker god" particularly elegant, because, okay, clocks are just cool, and it's one of those theories where no proof is ever necessary either way. Basically, god built a clock, and every once in a while he winds it up quietly, and if we ever caught him at it he'd be a pretty lame god.

I mean, not that I believe in god, but if I had to, I'd tend to choose the elegant, reality-based metaphor over the one that is craxy-flavored.


§ ita § - Feb 08, 2006 8:54:52 am PST #5745 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I just got outed as a kravver in the training class. At least two people knew what it was an volunteered that is was more hardcore than the instructor's kempo.

Now I have to pitch the school in the next break to the woman next to me. I can't turn this off.


Stephanie - Feb 08, 2006 8:56:07 am PST #5746 of 10002
Trust my rage

Today's new horror is they're upping the child-teacher ratio in my daughter's classroom, unannounced, in a week

I'm surprised they can do that without telling the parents. Even if the ration thing weren't an issue (and it should be) don't you get to know if someone *new* is coming in to watch your child/ren?


Matt the Bruins fan - Feb 08, 2006 8:56:16 am PST #5747 of 10002
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand

Me, I'm just waiting for the ID head honchos to successfully replace the fields of physics, chemistry, and engineering with more biblically-compatible disciplines and then embark on the maiden voyage of their prayer-powered flying machine.


Lee - Feb 08, 2006 8:56:31 am PST #5748 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Aaaaaaaand earwormed.

What she said.

I keep staring at my to do list for the day, which is all about stuff I need to do so I can go on vacation, and thinking, "why should I care? I'll be on vacation."


juliana - Feb 08, 2006 8:57:14 am PST #5749 of 10002
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…

"why should I care? I'll be on vacation."

Yay vacation! You are taking a camera so we can all see the pictures and be horribly envious, right?


Allyson - Feb 08, 2006 8:57:50 am PST #5750 of 10002
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica

Fashion help!

I need to go get glasses, I have an eye appointment today.

What sort of glasses would look good on me? I have NO IDEA. And, well, I'm going blind over here. I'll have to wear them all the time.


Nora Deirdre - Feb 08, 2006 8:58:01 am PST #5751 of 10002
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

Even if the ration thing weren't an issue (and it should be) don't you get to know if someone *new* is coming in to watch your child/ren?

I read the upping of the ratio as they were taking away teachers.


Steph L. - Feb 08, 2006 8:58:08 am PST #5752 of 10002
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine

and then embark on the maiden voyage of their prayer-powered flying machine.

See also: Rapture, the.


Lee - Feb 08, 2006 8:58:51 am PST #5753 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Yay vacation! You are taking a camera so we can all see the pictures and be horribly envious, right?

Of course.