Cordelia: I get it now. You're all spies. Probably all Russian. And you've brainwashed me, and want me to believe we're friends so I'll spill the beans about some nano-technology thingy that you want. Gunn: So I look Russian to you? Cordelia: Black Russian. Angel: That's a drink.

'Hell Bound'


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.


§ ita § - Jan 18, 2005 7:10:12 am PST #7467 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

You will never se me coming, and I will use dirty tricks.

Okay, perhaps I'm not a logic ninja. Too predictable for that.

I've been watching "He Knew He Was Right" on Masterpiece Theatre. God, the title cracks me up. Not that he was that right, but his wife is kinda wrong too, and really, the A story (and B, even) are filled with dumb people.

In unrelated news, it's very windy and my skirt is ruffly and lined and can blow fiercely around and not be indecent. It's very fun.


Frankenbuddha - Jan 18, 2005 7:14:53 am PST #7468 of 10002
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"

Huh. I've already walked about 25 blocks today in below-zero windchill weather.

Yikes. Hope you at a least had minimal skin exposure, becuase more than 5-10 minutes in those tempratures is frostbite territory.


Nilly - Jan 18, 2005 7:16:43 am PST #7469 of 10002
Swouncing

ita, I love skirts that do that.

I think I'e already said it once, but I simply can't imagine an outside that is colder than the inside of my freezer. My imagination is, indeed, limited.


tommyrot - Jan 18, 2005 7:17:44 am PST #7470 of 10002
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

Hope you at a least had minimal skin exposure, becuase more than 5-10 minutes in those tempratures is frostbite territory.

Yeah, lots of covering. Although my walk was split in half by a train ride, so the longest I had to be outside at one time was 20 minutes.


tommyrot - Jan 18, 2005 7:18:37 am PST #7471 of 10002
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

but I simply can't imagine an outside that is colder than the inside of my freezer. My imagination is, indeed, limited.

Well, it's prettier outside than in the inside of a freezer.


Frankenbuddha - Jan 18, 2005 7:19:49 am PST #7472 of 10002
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"

Well, it's prettier outside than in the inside of a freezer.

Not to mention brighter.


§ ita § - Jan 18, 2005 7:19:59 am PST #7473 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

it's prettier outside than in the inside of a freezer.

You haven't been inside my freezer. It has vodka and coffee (hush, Jessica) and Mr. Happy.


Steph L. - Jan 18, 2005 7:21:04 am PST #7474 of 10002
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine

ita, you need more than one Mr. Happy, I think. Like, a whole regiment of Mr. Happies.


msbelle - Jan 18, 2005 7:21:17 am PST #7475 of 10002
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb

no way would I walk more than 5-6 blocks in the 20 degree weather we have.

It is all sunny now, faking one into believing that there might be warmth outside, but No! sunny only means colder.

I have come to the end of the first 5 pages of database updates. woo to the hoo.

Now, I file.

The line to be jealous starts to my left.


Nutty - Jan 18, 2005 7:21:29 am PST #7476 of 10002
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."

The drawback of the cold is that I have a very narrow temperature-comfort zone. I really hate being too cold; but when I get too hot, I get dizzy and weak-kneed. So I dress for the cold on my walk to the T, and then have to strip off layers once I arrive. Sometimes, it's a lot of layers.

And sometimes, even that is not enough. When it's wicked cold, the T slows down a lot, so each car is much more crowded, and all of those people and all of their woolly clothes makes me too hot anyway. It's very hard to explain that you were late to work because you had to get off at a random stop and sit down in the cold by yourself so as to remain conscious.

But I think I would rather be late to work 100 times than pass out on public transit. I think I would rather be required to tap-dance on a table in a crowded restaurant than pass out on public transit.