It's not -pergers? What are we talking about?
Okay, me for home.
No. You're missing the point. The design of the thing is functional. The plan is not to shoot you. The plan is to get the girl. If there's no girl, then the plan, well, is like the room.
Early ,'Objects In Space'
Natter 54: Right here, dammit.
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.
§ ita § - Sep 26, 2007 3:26:47 pm PDT #3244 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Jesse - Sep 26, 2007 3:28:59 pm PDT #3245 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Oh, who can tell the difference between p and b?? Yes, I did mean Asperger's.
brenda m - Sep 26, 2007 3:29:28 pm PDT #3246 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
I say ass.
bon bon - Sep 26, 2007 3:42:31 pm PDT #3247 of 10001
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
I guess my machine didn't tape House last night either. I don't know what's up with that. Did anyone else have that problem (with DVR)?
Jesse - Sep 26, 2007 3:46:34 pm PDT #3248 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Interesting -- I'm glad (I guess) to know it wasn't just me.
Aims - Sep 26, 2007 3:46:40 pm PDT #3249 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Anyone watching Private Practice tonight?
Jesse - Sep 26, 2007 3:47:30 pm PDT #3250 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I hope to be! Or, really, I hope to be taping it.
bon bon - Sep 26, 2007 3:49:04 pm PDT #3251 of 10001
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
I thought I remembered that, Jesse, which is why I asked.
Jesse - Sep 26, 2007 3:51:29 pm PDT #3252 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Oh, also, I got House from here: [link]
billytea - Sep 26, 2007 4:15:57 pm PDT #3253 of 10001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
The only thing I've ever yelled from a car window was "Cause you gots the flavah!"
My older brother's friends occasionally yelled "Release Davros!" from the car window, which was endearingly random and geeky. They were premium-grade dipsticks in so many ways, but it's nice to see they win at Yelling from the Car Window.
A few minutes later, the parents heard some strange noises coming from the boy's room. They went in and found their precious son playing with.... a penguin!!!
Made. Of. Awesome!!