I don't care if it is an orgy of death, there's still such a thing as a napkin.

Willow ,'Lies My Parents Told Me'


Natter 33 1/3  

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.


Betsy HP - Mar 14, 2005 3:18:52 pm PST #7318 of 10002
If I only had a brain...

My Farscape Season 2 DVDs did not arrive. Now "frelling" shows up to mock my misery.


Jesse - Mar 14, 2005 3:19:36 pm PST #7319 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Crap. I just remembered I'm supposed to be studying.


juliana - Mar 14, 2005 3:19:45 pm PST #7320 of 10002
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…

I love this one:

PMM: Damn it! HANDS OFF MY BIG GAY PIRATE!!! WE HAVE BUCKLES TO SWASH!

Sue: In Johnny's case that would be buckles to swish.

And a classic Fay:

FayJay: Tyr - he's the jaw-droppingly beautiful man - I mean, head turning, rugby-tackle-him-reflexively- upon-first-sight-and-start-humping-his- unsuspecting-self-like-a-bitch-in-heat- before-you've-realised-that-you're-in-the- middle-of-a-cocktail-party-and-nobody-has- even-introduced-you-to-him-yet level of Beautiful? Yeah? (Although I suppose in those circumstances one could always beg cultural differences, and claim that in the UK it's called a CockTail party for a reason, and whoops, you mean this isn't an orgy, how dreadfully embarrassing, ho ho ho, could somebody possibly pass me an h'ors deuvre? And oh, look over there, a juggling elephant! - at which point you drag the man into the nearest possible closet with muttered offers of no-strings blowjobbage and get him naked as fast as humanly possible). 'Cause I don't watch Andromeda, but I happened across it this pm whilst frantically vaccuming the cat to avoid essay writing, and sweet weeping mother of God, he could make me give up girls entirely.

I don't understand how they ever get anything done on that ship, actually, because surely everyone's first thought upon waking must be: "Hmm, consciousness. Must go get Tyr naked and have hot monkey sex." Or possibly: "Hmm. consciousness. must go get Tyr naked and have hot monkey sex, and then punch the captain for being an irritating git." But apparently other stuff happens too?


JenP - Mar 14, 2005 3:24:01 pm PST #7321 of 10002

Decisions, decisions...

Dana: Mmm. Doughnuts. I could totally go for a doughnut. Or the still-beating heart of my idiot coworker.


erikaj - Mar 14, 2005 3:27:34 pm PST #7322 of 10002
Always Anti-fascist!

It's weird how often I can make you laugh at my pain. Sadly, my streak still holds.


P.M. Marc - Mar 14, 2005 3:38:43 pm PST #7323 of 10002
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear

Anyone remember the context of this?

Victor: Note for future: Image of David Fury jumping out of a cake wearing only a bow tie and a smile? Threadkiller.

It just managed to stop my train of (real life) conversation in its tracks.


Consuela - Mar 14, 2005 3:43:43 pm PST #7324 of 10002
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix

Allyson is THE CUTEST.

t runs away in case Rio shows up to asscap me


Allyson - Mar 14, 2005 3:44:07 pm PST #7325 of 10002
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica

I think it was my birthday, Plei.

Which is coming up soon! Have you all been saving for it, or have you been sending all your money to Jesse?


Frankenbuddha - Mar 14, 2005 3:45:58 pm PST #7326 of 10002
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"

Heh, never buff-dived before. That's addictive. Found 3 quotes of mine in ten minutes. Sadly I must have been drunk when I posted one of them because what I meant to say came out backwards - now immortalized.


Jesse - Mar 14, 2005 3:47:37 pm PST #7327 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Is she psychic? Wait and see...

PMM: I have a theory that any children we have will be short, round little things with a good deal of hair and large eyes. Fat lemurs, really.