'Serenity'
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.
Oh, Rick, yes that's hysterical and disturbing.
For weeks afterward there were people writing into the local newspaper claiming that their children had been permanently traumatized by the scene, and that the city council should pass a law prohibiting rabbit desecration at Easter time.Oh, as usual, dear, although perhaps it's a bit premature to proclaim the trauma permanent.
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I can so see Christopher doing this, it isn't even funny.
Timelies,
Skipped over 1000 posts.
Gronk.
Could not sleep last night. Came in to find out I was the only tech here (one had requested the day off, the other called in sick) and the contractor for our data cable pulls was here to do some work. Spent the first hour trying to figure out exactly where they were supposed to be doing the cabling, since the other techs handle the cabling (guy off is primary, sick guy is his backup.)
Completely forgot the Superbowl was on last night until about 1am. Oh, well. More disappointed about missing the commercials than anything.
Well, that really doesn't address how half the bunny got there. I saw no sign of the other half.
t random Were there any axe-wielding dwarves seemingly wracked with bunny-killing guilt in the vicinity? (Curse you, P-C!) t /random
thank you.
ita, that Grace Jones shot is incredible.
Kalshane, are you still Wonderfalls-less? The Highland Park Target had three copies as of Saturday evening.
ita, that Grace Jones shot is incredible.
Yes, that's a very famous picture. To me it's always looked more like a sculpture than a real person.
It was a very common belief, Susan. You can get quite a bit of information by Googling "intact hymen virginity."
See, I would've totally expected any Google remotely related to sex or virginity to bring up nothing but porn. Because IME that's what happens. I need to go to Google school. It's a sad affliction, being unable to put together a useful set of search terms.
God knows I read enough novels with this as a device. I think it is often (although I'm not sure accurately) described as resulting from a lot of horse riding.
And now I'm worried that it's an overused device, even though I've somehow only encountered it the once. But it makes a part of my plot where I was all t hand wave "just believe me, Gentle Reader--the marriage went sour in a hurry and never recovered" make total sense, with no one acting in the least out of character.
And I got to watch Calli's reaction on learning about Sharpe's Rifles, starring Sean Bean and featuring AD in "tight, Napoleanic-era uniforms."
Though I have to say, AD does nothing for me in the Sharpe series, except make me reflect in stunned amazement that this is the guy destined to become HotScruffy!Wesley. But that's OK. SB brings more than enough sexy to the party.
The scenario I've heard, and this may be the urban legend talking, is a quick disabling swipe at the achilles. At which point speed becomes less of an issue.
Oddly enough, I was thinking about this urban legend the other day. Since my natural stance is facing my car door while unlocking and I really doubt anyone would be agile enough to curl their arm around and slash both my ankles from a prone position, I can't really come up with a scenario that wouldn't end with me cracking the assailant's skull against the car as he tried to crawl out from under it, or (if he crawled out the other side) me limping into the driver's seat and turning him into roadkill.
What are the odds of a deranged circus contortionist picking this MO for attacks?
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Is it too much to ask that, when coworkers ask me for favors, they actually tell me what they need the first time they submit the request?
Because saying you need one thing when you actually need something else completely different? It makes me suspect that you are stupid, incompetent, or depending on my previously non-existent psychic ability, which makes me suspect you of extreme stupidity and gross incompetence.
I'm just saying. When it comes to data, I am like a man; you need to tell me exactly what you want. Hinting vaguely in a passive-aggressive manner will not get you your diamond anniversary band and a vacation in the Bahamas.
I always check for someone behind my car or in the back seat, but never thought someone would be under it. Too vulnerable and awkward for Mr. Bad Guy.