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.


Daisy Jane - Jan 23, 2008 12:48:02 pm PST #5011 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

Not a great picture but Oz in the hated sweater-we call him C'Oz in it. [link]


hippocampus - Jan 23, 2008 12:49:52 pm PST #5012 of 10001
not your mom's socks.

PIE!

heh - we were reading Cloudy, with a chance of meatballs last night and there was a tiny part of a scoreboard in one illustration that said "game called on account of pie." it made me chuckle.


Burrell - Jan 23, 2008 1:06:49 pm PST #5013 of 10001
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!

Wow Allyson, I have total house envy.

Also? I vote rock not alien, if we're taking votes.


Allyson - Jan 23, 2008 1:25:53 pm PST #5014 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 celebrated Pie Day by purchasing peach, cherry, and apple pies and sharing them with coworkers.


beth b - Jan 23, 2008 1:33:18 pm PST #5015 of 10001
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!

I have no pie. Waiting for the pie fairy.


§ ita § - Jan 23, 2008 1:48:21 pm PST #5016 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Dammit! No pie! I can't believe I've lived my life so wrongly to bring it to this.


Amy - Jan 23, 2008 1:51:46 pm PST #5017 of 10001
Because books.

I have no pie, either. I don't even have cake. So wrong.


aurelia - Jan 23, 2008 1:53:26 pm PST #5018 of 10001
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.

I have no pie. I just had bao, though.

Shrift, I'm working in your vicinity again. I'll be here through next week if you want to catch a meal sometime.


Lee - Jan 23, 2008 2:22:18 pm PST #5019 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

I also have no pie.


Liese S. - Jan 23, 2008 2:23:22 pm PST #5020 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."

No pie! And dammit, now I realize I forgot to pick up my key lime bars, too, because the thrice cursed eponymous floor store lied once again about where my flooring was and I was so pissed when I left I didn't go by my local bakery.

But, fie on thee, floor store, because my small, local hardware chain instead had, in stock, a really lovely hickory laminate, which was what I wanted in the first place! For cheaper.