I think it's something to do with the lights on the ground so they are like -- cars maybe I don't know it looks cool at a distance.
Niska: Mr. Reynolds? You died, Mr. Reynolds. Mal: Seemed like the thing to do.
'War Stories'
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.
askye - Feb 12, 2010 6:12:10 pm PST #8232 of 30001
Thrive to spite them
Jesse - Feb 12, 2010 6:13:28 pm PST #8233 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
OK, I was ready for my eyes to roll out of my head when they said "slam poetry," but I'm feeling this guy.
Sue - Feb 12, 2010 6:16:24 pm PST #8234 of 30001
hip deep in pie
He's kind of riffing off a beer commercial: [link]
P.M. Marc - Feb 12, 2010 6:23:15 pm PST #8235 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
Bryan Adams does do awesome photography. Which I think makes up for, you know, him being Bryan Adams. I dunno, he's like Canada's Bon Jovi to me. And, wow. I don't really know if I could unpack that beyond musician I am fond of despite a general dislike for his music.
Sue - Feb 12, 2010 6:32:20 pm PST #8236 of 30001
hip deep in pie
Our Governor General is as cute as a button.
Jesse - Feb 12, 2010 6:32:40 pm PST #8237 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Indeed. But why are your most famous songs so sad?
Amy - Feb 12, 2010 6:33:08 pm PST #8238 of 30001
Because books.
k.d. lang's voice blows me away.
Sue - Feb 12, 2010 6:36:14 pm PST #8239 of 30001
hip deep in pie
This song is a) Overdone b) A big downer c) KD Lang is not the worst cover, but it's pretty laboured.
Jesse - Feb 12, 2010 6:36:41 pm PST #8240 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I was already down from Both Sides Now!
Sue - Feb 12, 2010 6:37:14 pm PST #8241 of 30001
hip deep in pie
But why are your most famous songs so sad?
It's the 10 months of snow, while living in igloos that makes us melancholy.