Every nightmare I have that doesn't revolve around academic failure or public nudity is about that thing. In fact, once I dreamt that it attacked me while I was late for a test and naked.

Willow ,'The Killer In Me'


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.


Jesse - Feb 05, 2005 6:52:59 am PST #4236 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

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.


Beverly - Feb 05, 2005 6:54:30 am PST #4237 of 10002
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

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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Strix - Feb 05, 2005 6:58:42 am PST #4238 of 10002
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

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.


Beverly - Feb 05, 2005 7:03:18 am PST #4239 of 10002
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

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.


Polter-Cow - Feb 05, 2005 7:05:04 am PST #4240 of 10002
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!

StY?


Beverly - Feb 05, 2005 7:06:58 am PST #4241 of 10002
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

Son the Younger. As opposed to Son the Elder.

We don't believe in value-added descriptives like Number Two Son, etc.


Jesse - Feb 05, 2005 7:09:54 am PST #4242 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Crap. Every time I think I'm about to get up and start being productive, the cat gets comfortable trapping me on the sofa.


Strix - Feb 05, 2005 7:10:55 am PST #4243 of 10002
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

Ooh, yeah, I get that one too.

Really, living by oneself really lessens the Peeve for me. But it all comes out at work or the road.

I had the World's Stupidest Ushers last weekend. I wanted to bang their heads together, and watch them cry. Grr.


Beverly - Feb 05, 2005 7:12:38 am PST #4244 of 10002
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

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.

'Twas I. Last week he was hunched over his calculations and scurrying from blackboard to blackboard like Igor. I got the impression that the character isn't meant to connect to the world like the rest of us--he connects through numbers, and is, for lack of a better descriptor, borderline autistic. In last night's ep he had no self-restrictive body-language in a couple of long shots. He could have been Mr. Average Surfer Dude. A small thing, but for me, it jarred because it was at odds with the way the character was set up previously.


Pix - Feb 05, 2005 7:14:14 am PST #4245 of 10002
The status is NOT quo.

You know playing "Blood, Sugar, Sex Magic" really loud in the morning does wonders for one's outlook on the day.