OK, halfway through the show, this week's TAL is a Buffista smorgasbord: Romance Writers, and transmen. What's next? slashfic?
'Shindig'
Natter 32 Flavors and Then Some
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.
Alibelle, I am on my way out now, and I need to stop and get cash, so it will be closer to 9:15.
Also, the "lord" loves you.
I always see those highway memorials as a way of saying "Be careful -- people love you and would be very sad it you died in a needless traffic accident"
And since people in Kansas City drive like idiots on parade, it doesn't bother me.
Happy Birthday Victor!!!
I figured the people who were gaining from the shared memorials were gaining more than I, who doesn't really care, was losing. So it doesn't bother me much. Reminds me a bit to be careful too.
Watched Numb3rs for the first time. Someone had mentioned that the Krumholtz character didn't have the right body language -- I'm assuming there was stuff revealed about his character in the earlier eps that doesn't jibe with how he moves? He seemed fine to uninitiated me.
It's a bit didactic, the show, which is near unavoidable, I guess. I didn't like the numb3r-cam much either. Related directly to the plot, I wonder if a mathematician would be manipulating the DNA display software like that, in a way that an expert wouldn't. I'll tell TiVo to have another look.
TAL update: Ooh, good one! The last segment is about Johnny and June Carter Cash. I didn't know she wrote "Ring of Fire." About him. When they were each married to other people.
Happy Birthday, Victor!
Do you build a memorial at the bottom of the basement stairs that little Bobby fell down and broke his neck on? To me it's too much like "I want to share my grief with the entire world!"
Yes, it's this demonstration of grief for public consumption that bothers me. A spontaneous outpouring that lasts a few days, weeks, even a month or two I understand and it does make me contemplate how transient life can be and how sudden death can be.
But here we have an exponentially-increasing number of roadside shrines that start off with a flower cross, and over the months and yes, years, they've been there, they expand and become increasingly permanent. I'm expecting stone monuments next. And these are merely the sites of fatal accidents. It's gruesome and inappropriate, as though either the people tending these shrines (and they are tended. Every time I drive by there's been something new added. I even saw a group laying a new wreath at a years-old spot. On the shoulder of the road) can't let go, or they intend to permanently memorialize the spot of earth where this person was last alive. Permanent monuments don't belong on public roadways, unless they're sponsored by civic action. IMO, but I realize I'm probably a little ranty about it.
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Everyone's got pet peeves, Bev.
De nada. chica. Me, I go ballistic over unfilled ice cubes trays, Good thing I live by myself. I can't tell you how many times I freaked on a roomie over unfilled trays.
Hee!
Ask my StY about how many times I went off on him for leaving one cereal bowl and spoon soaking in the sink overnight after I'd washed all the dishes before I went to bed. Waking up to one dirty dish instead of a clean sink made me, ah, inappropriately angry. Of course, the fact that he always did it, after we'd "talked about it," just made me madder.
StY?