Damn, I never knew mud wasps were so big.
There's one crawling on the ceiling near me.
eta: Fuck. Now he's stuck between my window and the blinds. He's making a loud buzzing sound as he beats his wings against the blinds.
Ouhh! Snacks! The secret to any successful migration! Who's up for some tasty fried meat products!?
Anya ,'Touched'
Natter 52: Playing with a full deck?
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.
tommyrot - Jul 05, 2007 11:47:13 am PDT #6505 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Steph L. - Jul 05, 2007 11:48:11 am PDT #6506 of 10001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
And then I worry about you guys, too.
I worry about wankery hitting the board, too, and how to deal with that.
I don't think any new wankery from outsiders can be any worse than the insider wankery we've inflicted on our own selves in the past. And we survived that, so we'll survive new wankery, should it arrive.
(I say that as one of the Chief Creators and Perpetuators of Wank around these parts.)
Tom Scola - Jul 05, 2007 11:49:52 am PDT #6507 of 10001
Remember that the frontier of the Rebellion is everywhere. And even the smallest act of insurrection pushes our lines forward.
Count Gottfried von Bismarck, who was found dead on Monday aged 44, was a louche German aristocrat with a multi-faceted history as a pleasure-seeking heroin addict, hell-raising alcoholic, flamboyant waster and a reckless and extravagant host of homosexual orgies.
Steph L. - Jul 05, 2007 11:51:23 am PDT #6508 of 10001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
The great-great-grandson of Prince Otto, Germany's Iron Chancellor and architect of the modern German state, the young von Bismarck showed early promise as a brilliant scholar, but led an exotic life of gilded aimlessness that attracted the attention of the gossip columns from the moment he arrived in Oxford in 1983 and hosted a dinner at which the severed heads of two pigs were placed at either end of the table.
Man, *I* want to lead an exotic life of gilded aimlessness!
Jesse - Jul 05, 2007 11:51:44 am PDT #6509 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
The last line of that obit is one of the funniest things I've read in a long time.
brenda m - Jul 05, 2007 11:52:00 am PDT #6510 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Oh, we should totally do it. If for no other reason than it would be highly amusing to all of us.
That would be totally fun, trying to guess who was who from taglines and speech patterns.
tommyrot - Jul 05, 2007 11:52:03 am PDT #6511 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
with a multi-faceted history as a pleasure-seeking heroin addict, hell-raising alcoholic, flamboyant waster and a reckless and extravagant host of homosexual orgies.
I always wanted to get to know him better. Now I'll never have the chance. sniff....
tommyrot - Jul 05, 2007 11:54:28 am PDT #6512 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
The last line of that obit is one of the funniest things I've read in a long time.
Yep.
JZ - Jul 05, 2007 11:54:45 am PDT #6513 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Frock coats and lederhosen and tall hats and full drag with fishnets!
Although it was clearly hazardous and occasionally lethal to be one of his friends, I can't help feeling that this world is diminished without him in it. And it's possibly that my entire life has been retroactively diminished by not knowing he ever existed until after he didn't anymore.
tommyrot - Jul 05, 2007 11:56:12 am PDT #6514 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
And it's possibly that my entire life has been retroactively diminished by not knowing he ever existed until after he didn't anymore.
It's funny because it's true.