The wind feels afraid!!
Death is your art. You make it with your hands day after day. That final gasp, that look of peace. And part of you is desperate to know: What's it like? Where does it lead you? And now you see, that's the secret. Not the punch you didn't throw or the kicks you didn't land. She really wanted it. Every Slayer has a death wish. Even you.
Spike ,'Conversations with Dead People'
Natter 45: Smooth as Billy Dee Williams.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Ailleann - Jul 21, 2006 11:46:41 am PDT #8085 of 10002
vanguard of the socialist Hollywood liberal homosexualist agenda
Trudy Booth - Jul 21, 2006 11:46:58 am PDT #8086 of 10002
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
It's the second crazy-ass storm today.
bon bon - Jul 21, 2006 11:47:04 am PDT #8087 of 10002
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
A windows-gonna-blow-in-a-sec tune.
meara - Jul 21, 2006 11:48:02 am PDT #8088 of 10002
Gronk. I stayed home sick from work, so taking a three hour nap is completely appropriate. And yet, I am now filled with gronk that I was not quite feeling, earlier...
Burrell - Jul 21, 2006 11:53:08 am PDT #8089 of 10002
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!
So frigging weird to be in LA and be aware of a freak storm on the East Coast.
Anyway, back to Pierre, Franny learned the song because it is on the Really Rosie CD, and I am a child of the 70s so I play Really Rosie to her. But also because when she gets very worked up, Pierre is one of the few things that can reliably calm her down.
Steph L. - Jul 21, 2006 11:53:20 am PDT #8090 of 10002
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
The octets are fine, you just can't count them.
shouldn't there be eight?
See, that's the problem. There are nine.
THE OCTETS ARE DATA-ING *INSIDE THE BUILDING*!!!
sarameg - Jul 21, 2006 11:54:28 am PDT #8091 of 10002
A windows-gonna-blow-in-a-sec tune.
Lash yourselves to the doorframes.
My coworkers.... OK, so we're outside and there is a squirrel scouring the patio for crumbs.
" Oh man, look at the nuts on that squirrel! They're huge!"
me: ponders for a moment if I really want to be a part of this conversation. Figures it is unavoidable. Looks at squirrel .
"Um, y'all? Those are boobs. It's a girl squirrel. With babies somewhere."
kat perez - Jul 21, 2006 11:54:43 am PDT #8092 of 10002
"We have trust issues." Mylar
I'm loving the thunder. Possibly because I worked from home today and so am assured that I won't have to try to get home in this mess.
JZ - Jul 21, 2006 12:00:03 pm PDT #8093 of 10002
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Phooey. kat perez beat me to the ocelot limerick (by Eve Merriam, not Nash), which is one of my favorites.
(Side note: it's entirely likely that Hec will come barging in and insist that it is in fact not a limerick because it's not dirty, that proper limericity depends equally upon both meter and filthiness. Which I think is quite wrong, but he gets very entertainingly ranty about it once you get him all wound up.)
Jesse - Jul 21, 2006 12:04:51 pm PDT #8094 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I am VERY pleased with myself to have been inside for all of the storms so far today.