Maybe I've always been here.

Early ,'Objects In Space'


Natter 31 But Looks 29  

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.


Jesse - Jan 03, 2005 1:31:33 pm PST #2565 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

I wish I had some Dr Pepper now. Hmph. I suppose there's some across the street, but STILL.

NYC sports team update: Current plans are for (a) a new stadium on the West Side of Manhattan for the Jets (and theoretically the 2012 Olympics, even though it apparently wouldn't be big enough for international soccer) AND (b) a new arena in Brooklyn for the Nets.

It is a mystery to me why people think we need more major sports in NYC.


Betsy HP - Jan 03, 2005 1:37:12 pm PST #2566 of 10002
If I only had a brain...

Moxie is nasty, nasty stuff.


Jesse - Jan 03, 2005 1:38:20 pm PST #2567 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

And what's nastier than Moxie? Moxie AND MILK.

WTF is wrong with people?


Lilty Cash - Jan 03, 2005 1:40:35 pm PST #2568 of 10002
"You see? THAT's what they want. Love, and a bit with a dog."

Moxie is like a religion up here. And yet again, I am a heathen.


§ ita § - Jan 03, 2005 1:40:46 pm PST #2569 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Cool. Ting.


Betsy HP - Jan 03, 2005 1:41:32 pm PST #2570 of 10002
If I only had a brain...

Ting sounds like a sai coming out of its sheath.


Sophia Brooks - Jan 03, 2005 1:46:28 pm PST #2571 of 10002
Cats to become a rabbit should gather immediately now here

I wonder if they sell Coke with real cocaine?

Also, why is it that work sometimes leaves me, by the end of the day, an earworm of "Alices Restaurant"-- just the part where he is saying "Kill. Kill. Kill."


§ ita § - Jan 03, 2005 1:47:37 pm PST #2572 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I think sai are traditionally stuck into a belt, no sheath required.


Beverly - Jan 03, 2005 1:53:25 pm PST #2573 of 10002
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

(Pant, pant)

Caught up with time still to wish shrift Happy Birthday!


Betsy HP - Jan 03, 2005 1:54:21 pm PST #2574 of 10002
If I only had a brain...

Okay. Maybe ting is the sound when your sai bounces off a champagne glass.