I walk. I talk. I shop, I sneeze. I'm gonna be a fireman when the floods roll back. There's trees in the desert since you moved out. And I don't sleep on a bed of bones.

Buffy ,'Chosen'


Natter 67: Overriding Vetoes  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, nail polish, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


§ ita § - Dec 29, 2010 3:31:08 pm PST #13502 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

No lesbianity to our faces, at least.

I have soft features, and my sister is angular. We both look young, but she looks...handsome. She looks like my father. I look more girlish than that, looking like my mother. We are the same size and height and hairstyle, but she's a few shades darker than I am, and leaner and more muscular.


Sue - Dec 29, 2010 3:36:37 pm PST #13503 of 30001
hip deep in pie

ita, people are kinda dumb and not very observant. I had a friend with twins, boy and girl, she often got asked if they were identical.


tommyrot - Dec 29, 2010 3:48:38 pm PST #13504 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, soldering while wearing bifocals is so much easier than without. For folks who think they might need bifocals, I say, just bite the bullet.


Matt the Bruins fan - Dec 29, 2010 4:25:59 pm PST #13505 of 30001
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand

I've had people remark that I look just like my mother. We're both caucasian with brown hair, but that's about the extent of the resemblance. I wonder if these people would say the same thing if she'd instead adopted a child of a different ethnicity.

(I will cop to 90% of my personality being derived from hers, however.)


bon bon - Dec 29, 2010 4:28:33 pm PST #13506 of 30001
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.

I have a question. Where would I go for theme christmas ornaments? Anyone have any ideas? Pier One/World Market was kind of a bust, and I can't think of a place that would have a good selection.


Jesse - Dec 29, 2010 4:31:15 pm PST #13507 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

What kind of theme? Department stores sell ornaments.


Amy - Dec 29, 2010 4:31:16 pm PST #13508 of 30001
Because books.

Probably online, bon. Or one of those little gifty Christmas shops, if you have a place like that around.

Sara and I saw Tangled today, and loved it. The neighbors just gave her some hand-me-downs, too, and she's running around in her *new* jammie pants and sweatshirt very happily.


Cass - Dec 29, 2010 4:31:21 pm PST #13509 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 wonder if these people would say the same thing if she'd instead adopted a child of a different ethnicity.

People used to tell my stepmom that we looked alike. Um, we don't. But perhaps there was mirroring, so I took it as flattering. Well, and I thought the person saying it was stupid but that reflected on them, not us.

However I do accept that I look a hell of a lot like my mom. And people still often think we're a couple and not mother and daughter. Whatever.


Matt the Bruins fan - Dec 29, 2010 4:33:40 pm PST #13510 of 30001
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand

bon bon, is there a Petty's Hallmark store near you? Or a Hobby Lobby or Michael's?


Jessica - Dec 29, 2010 4:35:51 pm PST #13511 of 30001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset

I wonder if these people would say the same thing if she'd instead adopted a child of a different ethnicity.

Based on how often my Brazilian-and-a-head-shorter-than-me best friend in middle school and I were mistaken for twins? I'm guessing not. (We both had dark hair and wore glasses. So you can see how people would be confused...)