I think you would omit pronouncing the symbols, on the assumption that people who use the Twitter understand how to use them.
Mal: Take your people and go. Captain: You would have done the same. Mal: We can already see I haven't.
'Out Of Gas'
Natter 66: Get Your Kicks.
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.
Jesse - Sep 03, 2010 3:15:32 pm PDT #22005 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Lee - Sep 03, 2010 3:16:34 pm PDT #22006 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Happy Birthday Liese!
I didn't mind the MRI much at all, which kind of surprised me. I got a little twitchy because of the don't move thing, but the tube didn't bother me.
I was face down though, so I wasn't as aware of being in a tube.
tommyrot - Sep 03, 2010 3:19:55 pm PDT #22007 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.
I didn't mind the MRI (or tight spaces in general) at all. When I was about four I would play this game where I'd pull the bed away from the wall so there was almost enough room for me to fit through the gap. Then I'd pull the covers around me and purposefully get myself stuck between the bed and the wall. I'd pretend to struggle, which would sorta' cause the bed to slide further from the wall, and eventually I'd slide through the gap and land on the floor.
eta: When about the same age I'd also play a game where I'd crawl head-first into a sleeping bag, turn myself around and then crawl out. I tended to get stuck while turning around, which was part of the fun.
Sophia Brooks - Sep 03, 2010 3:45:58 pm PDT #22008 of 30001
Cats to become a rabbit should gather immediately now here
Happy Birthday Liese!
Jesse - Sep 03, 2010 3:52:05 pm PDT #22009 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Weather is so crazy. I was just sitting here wondering when the hurricane was going to get here, and all of a sudden it's windy and rainy! Hey, Earl.
§ ita § - Sep 03, 2010 3:55:39 pm PDT #22010 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I've decided I don't like being 5'8 anymore. It's not tall enough (at my proportions, which are perfectly regular, thanks) to always get pants in long, but tall enough that most pants don't break right. My jeans are too short. I hate them.
Also, either you tight spaces people are weird or I am. No, Jesse, it's not whatever-works-for-whover. Clearly one party or another is in the right, and the other is in the weird.
Jesse - Sep 03, 2010 3:58:00 pm PDT #22011 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Clearly one party or another is in the right, and the other is in the weird.
OK, so you're the weird one. Case closed!
Lee - Sep 03, 2010 3:59:29 pm PDT #22012 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I've decided I don't like being 5'8 anymore.
I know how to fix this! The nurse at Stanford who was measuring me today decided I was 5'7, even though I've been at least 5'8 every other time I got measured, included last week.
Anne W. - Sep 03, 2010 4:00:16 pm PDT #22013 of 30001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
I've decided I don't like being 5'8 anymore. It's not tall enough (at my proportions, which are perfectly regular, thanks) to always get pants in long, but tall enough that most pants don't break right.
Gah. You are so right. I'm also 5'8" and have the same issue with pants all the )#*$* time
Amy - Sep 03, 2010 4:01:55 pm PDT #22014 of 30001
Because books.
Being not quite 5'4" is no picnic either, people. I would kill to be 5'8".