We killed a homeless man on this bench. Me and Dru. Those were good times. You know, he begged for mercy, and you know, that only made her bite harder.

Spike ,'Sleeper'


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.


Consuela - Nov 30, 2010 6:26:03 am PST #8132 of 30001
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix

So I'm home sick because coughing and sneezing and moaning about my congested sinuses is better done in the privacy of one's own home than at the office.

And I'm being productive. What a drag. But if I pay some bills and make some phone calls, I will allow myself to binge on Fringe later, and maybe finish up season 2.


slayeroshadow - Nov 30, 2010 6:37:09 am PST #8133 of 30001
And what's with all the carrots?

Happy Birthday, Emeline!


Tom Scola - Nov 30, 2010 6:41:46 am PST #8134 of 30001
Remember that the frontier of the Rebellion is everywhere. And even the smallest act of insurrection pushes our lines forward.

I discovered the secret to Me Not Getting Starved and Hitting the Vending Machine at 10:30am: Peanut butter for breakfast! It succeeded where other proteins like eggs and sausage failed me. Who knew?


Jessica - Nov 30, 2010 6:45:30 am PST #8135 of 30001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset

SIX???? How is that possible?

Happy birthday Em!


DavidS - Nov 30, 2010 6:53:30 am PST #8136 of 30001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

Happy birthday, Emeline! You were Emmett's tryout toddler, and when I saw how good he was with you I knew he'd be okay with the incipient Matilda.

Tom, JZ is a big believer in peanut butter for breakfast.


tommyrot - Nov 30, 2010 7:04:04 am PST #8137 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.

An Alien Cat Riding A Roomba UFO


Allyson - Nov 30, 2010 7:11:41 am PST #8138 of 30001
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica

I have had a headache since yesterday. I feel like my skull is closing in on my brain. In the last five hours I have taken two excedrin, two aspirin, a claritin, and had a coke (for the nausea) and a latte.

Nothing is touching it.

Is it possible that my skull is shrinking? WTF? I should have shaky hands from caffeine, but my eyelids are getting heavy.

Maybe it's a tumor.


§ ita § - Nov 30, 2010 7:13:21 am PST #8139 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Try ginger ale for the nausea.


tommyrot - Nov 30, 2010 7:13:47 am PST #8140 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.

Tea Party Nation President Says It ‘Makes A Lot Of Sense’ To Restrict Voting Only To Property Owners

Every week, the Tea Party Nation hosts a weekly radio program, calling itself a “home for conservatives.” Two weeks ago, Tea Party Nation President Judson Phillips hosted the program and discussed changes that he felt should be made to voting rights in the United States. He explained that the founders of the country originally put “certain restrictions on who gets the right to vote.” He continued, “One of those was you had to be a property owner. And that makes a lot of sense, because if you’re a property owner you actually have a vested stake in the community. If you’re not a property owner, you know, I’m sorry but property owners have a little bit more of a vested interest in the community than non-property owners”

Apparently for this guy, the "good old days" were before 1820....


Lee - Nov 30, 2010 7:20:57 am PST #8141 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Try ginger ale for the nausea.

Seconded. Or ginger tea.

I made it to work! I'd forgotten how large a part of my morning commute vocabulary the word "jacktard" is.