Yikes, tommyrot!
Hooray, Kate!
Gunn: The final score can't be rigged. I don't care how many players you grease, that last shot always comes up a question mark. But here's the thing. You never know when you're taking it. It could be when you're duking it out with the Legion of Doom, or just crossing the street deciding where to have brunch. So you just treat it like it was up to you—the world in balance—'cause you never know when it is.
'Underneath'
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 07, 2010 6:56:58 am PDT #22520 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Zenkitty - Sep 07, 2010 6:57:01 am PDT #22521 of 30001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
Ouch, tommyrot! Are you stuck with your mouth open? That happened to my jaw once, and my mouth got stuck open. My then-boyfriend couldn't stop making snide remarks. It finally slipped back into place on its own.
tommyrot - Sep 07, 2010 6:59:55 am PDT #22522 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.
Are you stuck with your mouth open?
Nope. I've had that happen a number of times but not this time. Right now it's out of joint on one side, so my jaw is further forward and to the side of where it usually is.
Chewing is very difficult, so I think I'll be on soup and oatmeal diet until this gets better.
Zenkitty - Sep 07, 2010 7:00:53 am PDT #22523 of 30001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
A muscle relaxant might help, if you have any handy.
§ ita § - Sep 07, 2010 7:07:09 am PDT #22524 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Yeowch, tommyrot. My jaw used to get stuck open from time to time, and it was just a matter of sitting it out until I could get it back into place.
I'm wearing the sheer-backed white blouse with a shelf-bra cami top, and I guess I just have to get over the self-consciousness. I may have to administer chocolate.
I am faced with a spreadsheet full of data that I just can't make make sense. Must uncross eyes. I may have to administer chocolate.
Fred Pete - Sep 07, 2010 7:07:13 am PDT #22525 of 30001
Ann, that's a ferret.
Congrats, Kate!
Ouch, tommmy.
And, as always, heal~ma for ND and Pix.
tommyrot - Sep 07, 2010 7:07:44 am PDT #22526 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.
A muscle relaxant might help, if you have any handy.
Yeah, that might help. Sadly, I have none.
But my jaw muscles and/or joint (right below my right ear) is/are very sore. Maybe Ibuprofen could help that somewhat....
tommyrot - Sep 07, 2010 7:09:16 am PDT #22527 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.
ION, can someone send me the address for ND's hospital room? Here or profile address is OK.
§ ita § - Sep 07, 2010 7:12:21 am PDT #22528 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
can someone send me the address for ND's hospital room?
Are you going to steal his drugs? That's not nice, man.
$75K is the US price of happiness. $75K and good insurance, I think they mean.
Where did that chocolate go?
DavidS - Sep 07, 2010 7:13:43 am PDT #22529 of 30001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
tommyrot, that's not a good look. Have you considered something in an Ironjaw? (Seriously, I hope it pops back soon.)
Emeline the First Grader! Total super cutieboots. And I see she's a fan of Joseph's Amazing Technicolor Dreamskirt.