Kaylee: You're nice, too. Mal: No, I'm not. I'm a mean old man.

'Serenity'


Natter 64: Yes, we still need you  

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.


Lee - Nov 09, 2009 4:55:23 pm PST #18291 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Thanks Java cat--I think I have it covered though.


Steph L. - Nov 09, 2009 5:01:18 pm PST #18292 of 30001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine

Teppy, did you watch "Arrested Development"? One of my favorite scenes EVER was when the Bluths reminisced about the pictures instead of grades...thanks for the reminder.

I *loved* Arrested Development!


sarameg - Nov 09, 2009 5:06:11 pm PST #18293 of 30001

Dear Castle,

My dad's been hit harder than that stunt and lived. Wounds make no sense. Mine's sheared off half his face. Road rash, not gashes.

But I guess it's just tv.


DavidS - Nov 09, 2009 5:10:37 pm PST #18294 of 30001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

"Totes"? You've been hanging with a bad crowd, my friend, picking up their "lingo."

I learned it from Jesse and msbelle!


Jesse - Nov 09, 2009 5:18:15 pm PST #18295 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

You did not learn it from me. Bon bon, maybe.


DavidS - Nov 09, 2009 5:19:35 pm PST #18296 of 30001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

Maybe Bon. Maybe Rio.


P.M. Marc - Nov 09, 2009 5:20:30 pm PST #18297 of 30001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear

I totes use totes.


Polter-Cow - Nov 09, 2009 5:23:34 pm PST #18298 of 30001
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!

I am against the use of "totes" unless it is followed by "magotes."


sarameg - Nov 09, 2009 5:27:05 pm PST #18299 of 30001

Heathens.

OK, I have no idea why I am noticing this now, but city is loud. Not just the nearby traffic and sirens, but a low ambient whubub. It's kinda freaking me out that I can pick it out. Out where my parents live, it's nature and the occasional whoosh of a vehicle up I-25. Up in the mountains, rush of the wind in the pines, and absent that, you'd occasionally be able to hear traffic down in the valley, 4000ft below. In Bhutan it was.... a barking dog, rush of the river below. But so much silence. But I've lived in the city for 12 years. I kinda ignored it.

And suddenly this week, I can hear the city. I can't escape it. It's like an olfactory supersensitivity. It's making me a little weird.


Jesse - Nov 09, 2009 5:31:32 pm PST #18300 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

I mean, I would use "totes," but only ironically. I would use totes for grocery shopping.