The lidless eye!
Mal: We're still flying. Simon: That's not much. Mal: It's enough.
'Serenity'
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.
smonster - Sep 07, 2010 2:35:06 pm PDT #22641 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
tommyrot - Sep 07, 2010 2:35:42 pm PDT #22642 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 totally thought this was shopped the first time I saw it. Not. Creepy.
I think it's pretty.
§ ita § - Sep 07, 2010 2:36:01 pm PDT #22643 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I'm still mad at the postal worker that delivered a package by putting it on my balcony. I'm one floor up, see. No way to get it up there without either throwing it or scaling the building. Also, I almost never go on my balcony, so I almost reported the package undelivered.
§ ita § - Sep 07, 2010 2:36:16 pm PDT #22644 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I think it's pretty.
YOU LIKE HAIRLESS CATS.
Strix - Sep 07, 2010 2:45:22 pm PDT #22645 of 30001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Automated interview? I hope you don't get one of those, Erin.
No, no. Your standard academic hiring committee -- 6 people. Which is fine; I generally interview quite well.
tommyrot - Sep 07, 2010 2:45:31 pm PDT #22646 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.
brenda m - Sep 07, 2010 2:47:17 pm PDT #22647 of 30001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Our mailperson would probably pry open the door and lure the animals out on purpose if she thought of it. Maybe set off some firecrackers to make sure they ran far.
My neighborhood is served by what is known to be one of the worst post offices in the city (and this is Chicago, so the bar is pretty low), and our actual person is the fucking worst. About once a year she decides that our mailboxes are unsafe and we get no mail at all for a month. Other times she just randomly shoves shit into whoevers mailbox is closest. My last Amazon package took two weeks of back and forth to get to me from the first time she left a "could not deliver" notice instead of just leaving it by the fucking back door like usual.
tommyrot - Sep 07, 2010 2:55:51 pm PDT #22648 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.
First Person: In defense of 'Happy Days' ' 'Jump the Shark' episode
(The writer of the episode defends it.)
That's why, when I first heard the phrase and found out what it meant, I was incredulous. Then my incredulity turned into amazement. I started thinking about the thousands of television shows that had been on the air since the medium began. And out of all of those, the "Happy Days" episode in which Fonzie jumps over a shark is the one to be singled out? This made no sense.
Yeah, whatever.
I dunno - for me, it was the combo of Fonzie + leather jacked + jumping the shark = teh suck.
sarameg - Sep 07, 2010 2:56:54 pm PDT #22649 of 30001
Tonight's swim was ... bracing.
Normally they post the pool temp, but didn't today. I asked the guard what it really was and he said grimly "You really don't want to know." Hah. (This was after my swim.) Figured it will be a bit before the temps get back to their normal operating temp... Nice to be back at my pool.
Daisy Jane - Sep 07, 2010 3:05:56 pm PDT #22650 of 30001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
I think I just witnessed the douchiest display ever to not involve Affliction, Axe or Ed Hardy. Dude (and I mean that in the dudebro sense) with a popped collar polo and a backwards hat just offered the hottest girl in the bar "an opportunity to sit on [his] left knee." I am officially appalled. I knew The Vine was open to all, but really, can't we have *some* standards?