Don't belong. Dangerous, like you. Can't be controlled. Can't be trusted. Everyone could just go on without me and not have to worry. People could be what they wanted to be. Could be with the people they wanted. Live simple. No secrets.

River ,'Objects In Space'


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.


Steph L. - Feb 19, 2005 8:54:46 am PST #9205 of 10002
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe

I'm trying to straighten up my apartment, since entropy has taken over yet again, and for my entertainment, Sci-Fi channel is playing Raiders of the Lost Ark.

I think it's possibly the apex of Harrison Ford's hotness. DAMN, baby.

Also, it marks a significant contribution to the Bad Monkey! cinematic trope. (Though, to be fair, the Bad Monkey! gets its comeuppance.)


Katie M - Feb 19, 2005 8:58:39 am PST #9206 of 10002
I was charmed (albeit somewhat perplexed) by the fannish sensibility of many of the music choices -- it's like the director was trying to vid Canada. --loligo on the Olympic Opening Ceremonies

Emmett's sick. Fever and the runs.

On the plus side, he only has one head.


DavidS - Feb 19, 2005 9:01:18 am PST #9207 of 10002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

On the plus side, he only has one head.

Definitely a plus.


Beverly - Feb 19, 2005 9:07:36 am PST #9208 of 10002
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

Oh, poor Emmett. Quick recovery to him.

Happy Anniversary, Kat and lori! I'm tickled we share a celebration day.

Thanks for the good wishes, guys. It's a low-expectation chore day, since the weather's gorgeous. We've already discovered DH can't repair the power steering fluid hoses himself. It's too snarly and confusing under there, and the hoses disappear behind some other stuff. So we'll keep topping the reservoir up till we can afford the time to take the car in and leave it. We've repaired Mom's phone, and MIL called to wish me happy. Now DH is off looking for hood lifter-piston-thingies for my car, because those he can replace himself. And I've scooped and topped up the litterbox with fresh litter, collected the household trash for out-taking and relined the wastebaskets and kitchen can, smooshed the plastic jugs for recycling and am currently eyeing my craphole of a desk preparatory to destruction and reassembly, while catching up here and elsewhere, and bird dogging a couple of ebay auctions.

Multitasking is fun!


Lee - Feb 19, 2005 9:10:42 am PST #9209 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

ita, insent about the movie.


erikaj - Feb 19, 2005 9:16:20 am PST #9210 of 10002
Always Anti-fascist!

Poor Emmett. Those things clear up fast(not fast enough, mind you!) though. Happy anniversary to Kat &Lori.


Narrator - Feb 19, 2005 9:45:51 am PST #9211 of 10002
The evil is this way?

I don't want to see no two-headed babies before breakfast.

I'm sorry. I went back and added a warning label.


Fiona - Feb 19, 2005 9:45:59 am PST #9212 of 10002

Get well soon, Emmett. We've had a sick kid here for the past 10 days or so - not fun.

Speaking of B.... it's his THIRD birthday today! Unbelievable. SO and I are just about to drink a sip of champagne and congratulate ourselves for having survived thus far (especially considering the last 3 weeks).

And while I'm at it... Happy Birthday, Beverly, and very best wishes to Lori and Kat on your anniversary.


Katie M - Feb 19, 2005 9:52:07 am PST #9213 of 10002
I was charmed (albeit somewhat perplexed) by the fannish sensibility of many of the music choices -- it's like the director was trying to vid Canada. --loligo on the Olympic Opening Ceremonies

Beverly! Good morning! Happy birthday! Other good things with exclamation points!


§ ita § - Feb 19, 2005 10:07:33 am PST #9214 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I'm all disgruntled. All the classes I could take this morning were morphed into groundfighting, because of instructor unavailability. I know I can't groundfight with my back out. So I haven't had a chance to, you know, hit things, or disarm people, or just plain sweat with intent to kill.