I just got a work email from some named Natalie Quaintance. It seemed so like a spammer's made-up name that I looked her up in the directory before I opened the message.
Natter 69: Practically names itself.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Teppy, Time Lords, including the Doctor, have two hearts.
Ah. Nifty!
And now I'm imagining the potential for an octuple bypass surgery.
This shirt took me a moment to get, but then it made me laugh.
I just laughed into my conference call. Thank doodly no one asked me to explain.
Quaintance
Nuh-huh. So not a real name.
My mother once told my best friend (thanks for the condolences, by the way) that she made up the pronunciation of her name. *My* mother. Who, you know, made up the spelling of my name. She intimidated the fuck out of Deb-oh-rah, and BFF refused to talk to her, for fear of further incurring her disapproval.
How many people here always (at least try to) type "Doctor Who" and not "Dr. Who"? I can't work out why I do that. Is it written somewhere that it's the way? (Also, FTR, he's not *called* "Doctor Who". He's called "The Doctor".)
(I like it when you use my name)
And now I'm imagining the potential for an octuple bypass surgery.
Preferably by an Octopus Surgeon. And as our scaling of Octopus intelligence keeps going up, I expect they could easily do some heart surgery.
How many people here always (at least try to) type "Doctor Who" and not "Dr. Who"?
Again, not being a watcher, I managed to pick up that bit of protocol from the Interpipes. The internet is helpful in giving me just enough fannish info that I can understand at least the outer candy shell of discussion about some shows/movies/books/etc.
I skipped and skimmed. I am back from travel.
It was horrid. When I am less traumatized and tired, I may talk about it. I may not.
But I all back and survived, even though air travel obviously wanted to kill me, and now I am trying to get back into the groove. This will involve a daytime nap and a shower today. BLEARGH.
So, hello. Happy New Year.
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ita !, I am very sorry about your friend's father.
And as our scaling of Octopus intelligence keeps going up, I expect they could easily do some heart surgery.
That's another secret Big Medicine is hiding from the average person. You get anesthesia before you undergo bypass surgery, so it COULD be a cephalopod fixing your heart. AND YOU'LL NEVER KNOW.
I kind of hope it is, actually. All those extra arms should be good for something.
How many people here always (at least try to) type "Doctor Who" and not "Dr. Who"?
*raises hand*