My whole life, I've never loved anything else.

Oz ,'Him'


Natter 65: Speed Limit Enforced by Aircraft  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


tommyrot - Feb 09, 2010 11:07:32 am PST #7388 of 30001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

Saints Super Bowl Parade Could Be Boobless

The Saints Super Bowl parade in New Orleans today will likely be a rowdy affair, but police aim to set limits. One rule authorities will be enforcing: no exposed boobs.

TMZ reports that the city is deploying more than 600 police officers to the French Quarter "and anyone seen exchanging nudity for beads can expect a big, fat summons ... or even a trip to the slammer."


Dana - Feb 09, 2010 11:08:58 am PST #7389 of 30001
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.

That's kind of been the rule for a long time. Despite what drunken frat boys shout.


msbelle - Feb 09, 2010 11:21:41 am PST #7390 of 30001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb

does anyone own a Versa?


tommyrot - Feb 09, 2010 11:28:58 am PST #7391 of 30001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

Teppy, come to Chicago!

Gettin' busy in a giant sandwich: A guide to Chicagoland's bizarrely themed love hotels

Your fantasy: Batman and Robin, cops/criminal role-play, cat costumes
Ideal hotel: The “Gotham City” room at Gurnee's Hollywood Inn And Suites (3740 Grand Ave., Gurnee, 847-623-7777).
Amenities: A '60s-style Batmobile Jacuzzi, complete with headlights, plus a 360-degree airbrushed mural of Gotham. Other than a crafty butler, what more do you need?
How it fits into a perfect date: Pick up a little source material from Libertyville's Dreamland Comics, or, in season, check out Batman: The Ride or The Dark Knight Coaster at Six Flags Great America, just blocks away from the hotel. Or if you absolutely don't want to leave the Lovecave, just watch The Dark Knight again—as if you really need an excuse. The hotel also boasts an Area 51 room, in case donning a cape doesn't help you get your boy wonder up.


§ ita § - Feb 09, 2010 11:29:37 am PST #7392 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

The one Mardi Gras I attended I got bags and bags of beads (many parades over many days) and didn't show any flesh at all. I'm both flabbergasted and not that the myth persists and is perpetuated by the media.

I scored a Zulu coconut, nothing extracurricular required.

Stopped by TJ's yesterday. Am trying the rosemary chicken and wild rice for lunch today. So far, so tasty.


Nora Deirdre - Feb 09, 2010 11:31:31 am PST #7393 of 30001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

msbelle, we own a Versa- bought one in 2007. We love it.


Hil R. - Feb 09, 2010 11:32:58 am PST #7394 of 30001
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l

Yeah, I've gotten buckets of beads at Mardi Gras with no nudity. I've also seen people arrested for flashing in the Quarter.


Steph L. - Feb 09, 2010 11:34:02 am PST #7395 of 30001
I look more rad than Lutheranism

The “Gotham City” room at Gurnee's Hollywood Inn And Suites

Heh. That's awesome.


Daisy Jane - Feb 09, 2010 11:37:06 am PST #7396 of 30001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

I've never flashed. Got most beads when a drunker girl on her boyfriend's shoulders was lifting her shirt and beads were bouncing off of her (note: If your hands are holding your shirt, it's kinda hard to grab the beads) and landing in my arms.

Also, made friends with a paramedic who had bags of beads thrown his way, and because he needed to be unencumbered, he'd just hand them over to me.

I've had stupid drunken frat boys yell at me to show my tits...in fucking June.


smonster - Feb 09, 2010 11:37:28 am PST #7397 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.

The one Mardi Gras I attended I got bags and bags of beads (many parades over many days) and didn't show any flesh at all. I'm both flabbergasted and not that the myth persists and is perpetuated by the media.

I've attended three, and while I have not showed flesh I have seen my fair share. I also saw a friend booed for only flashing her bra.

Oh, I so aspire to be smonster's massaage therapist. In spirit, if not in actual application of hands.

Heh. She's awesome in so many ways, and is in my (former) dance troupe.