Doesn't winter seem more like archiving season?

Willow ,'Lessons'


Natter 56: ...we need the writers.  

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.


shrift - Jan 18, 2008 7:45:24 am PST #4032 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty

I kind of want a burrito, but I don't really want to drive the distance to get it.

I ended up with BK, because it's cold and I didn't want to go outside, and also french fries NOM NOM NOM.


Cashmere - Jan 18, 2008 7:46:40 am PST #4033 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.

I ended up with BK, because it's cold and I didn't want to go outside, and also french fries NOM NOM NOM.

Why eat fries when you can have CHEESY TOTS?


Allyson - Jan 18, 2008 7:49:43 am PST #4034 of 10001
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

I have my phone!!!

You know what I've learned? I'm always disturbed when people read Vampire People and just HATE me as a person. I know I should get over it/learn to process it differently. Everytime I stumble across someone who just thinks I'm a complete asshole, I'm always so weirded out.


Kat - Jan 18, 2008 7:52:50 am PST #4035 of 10001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo

Allyson, I left yesterday not remembering you were phoneless! Der. I called but got a weird non-messagey messagey thing.

I had fries with my omlette at breakfast today.


Jesse - Jan 18, 2008 7:54:32 am PST #4036 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

I know I should get over it/learn to process it differently.

You could try to process it like I do, which is: holy crap, people who don't know you are buying and reading your book!

I'm already thinking about having fries with my dinner.


Jars - Jan 18, 2008 7:55:23 am PST #4037 of 10001

Thanks for the input guys! I swear if it turns into a paper, I'll credit the Buffistas.

We were discussing it in work as there was a paper where the idea was that megalithic tombs were places where deities lived (sort of), and they couldn't leave there. And we were thinking about other examples where that may be the case, or not.

And of course that tangents into defining divinity and its boundaries and whether archaeologists can legitimately have a position on that.


tommyrot - Jan 18, 2008 8:01:42 am PST #4038 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 horror... The horror....

1973 Sears Fall/Winter catalog

I love the caption for this page: [link]

Six harlequins were skinned for this, and the fire chief is still looking for his hat. This was a popular outfit for women who wanted to lie motionless on the floor of an Italian restaurant and observe people.


Allyson - Jan 18, 2008 8:01:56 am PST #4039 of 10001
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

It's not really an either/or, Jesse. I contain multitudes.


Dana - Jan 18, 2008 8:08:50 am PST #4040 of 10001
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.

Went to get the burrito.

Place was packed, since I arrived at 11:30. Asshole frat boys in line behind me. Initally was overcharged for a MONDO burrito, and handed the guy my credit card before I processed that he'd actually said thirteen dollars. Set off the car alarm in the garage, which I have never done, and am consequently deaf.

Fortunately, I bought a cookie.


brenda m - Jan 18, 2008 8:08:51 am PST #4041 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 ended up with BK, because it's cold and I didn't want to go outside, and also french fries NOM NOM NOM.

Wait, does this mean there's a BK in the Loop? Where, dammit, where?!?