Death is your art. You make it with your hands day after day. That final gasp, that look of peace. And part of you is desperate to know: What's it like? Where does it lead you? And now you see, that's the secret. Not the punch you didn't throw or the kicks you didn't land. She really wanted it. Every Slayer has a death wish. Even you.

Spike ,'Conversations with Dead People'


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.


Amy - Oct 04, 2010 3:50:54 pm PDT #27679 of 30001
Because books.

Aw, I miss my childhood Snoopy now.

I soothed a cold rainy day, plus bonus cramps and headache with a lot of wine (for me).

Drunk dialling seems very, very tempting.


Cass - Oct 04, 2010 3:52:07 pm PDT #27680 of 30001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

I still encounter people who saw the movie and say “There was a TV show about this?” and they watch the series and they don’t watch the last episode—so for them there’s always more Firefly.

Oh, Captain Tightpants, I totally *heart* you.


Jesse - Oct 04, 2010 3:54:08 pm PDT #27681 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

So many hearts!!


Scrappy - Oct 04, 2010 3:56:52 pm PDT #27682 of 30001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

None more nice.


flea - Oct 04, 2010 4:06:03 pm PDT #27683 of 30001
information libertarian

His mom used to be his Google alert!


msbelle - Oct 04, 2010 4:09:24 pm PDT #27684 of 30001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb

I really didn;t need to read all that, and now tonight Castle. I will never meet anyone and I will only have my imaginary boyfriends.


shrift - Oct 04, 2010 4:13:37 pm PDT #27685 of 30001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty

It's funny how quickly I went from being a 'babe' to 'you're not even a real person' for refusing to humor a drunk dude on the El because I was tired from the gym and just trying to read a Michael Pollan book.

Shit I didn't say: "I can assure you, sir, that I am a real person, albeit a real person who doesn't wish to converse with you."


Jesse - Oct 04, 2010 4:23:25 pm PDT #27686 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

This is so random, but msbelle, every time I see an ad for an S.C. Johnson product, I think of that Met scavenger hunt you did years ago.


msbelle - Oct 04, 2010 4:26:27 pm PDT #27687 of 30001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb

BECAUSE I AM AWESOME!

but still will be alone forever.


Jesse - Oct 04, 2010 4:27:27 pm PDT #27688 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

You and me both. At least you have an excuse! I mean, a reason! I mean, a kid.