I'm going to see to Wesley, see if he's still whimpering.

Giles ,'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.


Jessica - Dec 08, 2010 4:49:44 am PST #9581 of 30001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset

I was awake from 3-4:30 this morning for no better reason than my stupid brain wouldn't shut off. I really hate pregnancy.


Jesse - Dec 08, 2010 5:06:58 am PST #9582 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

This is amazing: Sady Doyle on sci fi heroines and life.


§ ita § - Dec 08, 2010 5:28:43 am PST #9583 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I can't watch the River Tam Serenity fight scene before work. Not in a good headspace for that. Especially if Zoe being shot is included. That still makes me cry.

And she quotes the dialogue that goes with the pic that was making me sniffly from the Buffy not Buffy IO9 article from last week or so:

"ANGELUS: So that's it, huh? No weapons, no friends, no hope. Take away all that, and what's left?
BUFFY: Me."

::sniff::

Where's my mascara?


Matt the Bruins fan - Dec 08, 2010 5:35:12 am PST #9584 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

It takes more vetting for me to get a good hug than a decent lay. I have to like you, maybe even respect you, to hug you.

Yeah, you have to be a relative or friend to get a hug from me. For sex, you merely need to be attractive to me and manage to avoid saying something offensive or stupid until we're naked.


tommyrot - Dec 08, 2010 5:40:17 am PST #9585 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'd totally go to a cuddle party. And I'm not interested in having sex with someone I just met.


Jesse - Dec 08, 2010 5:42:37 am PST #9586 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

I can't watch the River Tam Serenity fight scene before work. Not in a good headspace for that.

I did mean to say in general that people should wait until they really have a minute to read that.


SuziQ - Dec 08, 2010 5:47:14 am PST #9587 of 30001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame

Crap, crap, crap. Took the car in for an oil change and tire change...need the tires realigned and new front breaks. Crappity. I kinda figured, so I wasn't surprised, but I was in utter denial.

I don't want to be an adult anymore.


tommyrot - Dec 08, 2010 5:50:11 am PST #9588 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.

Question asked by Eskimo hunter to priest

I read about an Eskimo hunter who asked the local missionary priest, 'If I did not know about God and sin, would I go to hell?' 'No,' said the priest, 'not if you did not know.' 'Then why,' asked the Eskimo earnestly, 'did you tell me?'

- Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek, 1974


Trudy Booth - Dec 08, 2010 6:00:17 am PST #9589 of 30001
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart

I'd totally go to a cuddle party. And I'm not interested in having sex with someone I just met.

Yeah. The occasional "just met" person will inspire me to jump his bones, but there are lots of people I'd hang out with cozily whom I'd never ever jump.


brenda m - Dec 08, 2010 6:06:22 am PST #9590 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

Yeesh. Just got pulled in to teach a 2 hour session on something I really don't know all that well and haven't thought about in months. Today. Actually, about 2 hours from now. Fuck.