I can just barely see how they mightn't realise that the gasoline in the dryer was a bad idea. Barely. But plastic bags full of drugs in a dryer? How could that be useful?
Niska: Mr. Reynolds? You died, Mr. Reynolds. Mal: Seemed like the thing to do.
'War Stories'
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.
§ ita § - Mar 21, 2005 7:44:41 am PST #9077 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
erikaj - Mar 21, 2005 7:45:10 am PST #9078 of 10002
Always Anti-fascist!
Except in L&O, we'd find out that Michael's judgement *shouldn't* count because he Klaused her. He'd be weeping on Skoda's shoulder already and the state of NY would have bought itself a million-dollar cauliflower.
-t - Mar 21, 2005 7:47:58 am PST #9079 of 10002
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Doesn't every dryer have a warning printed on it somewhere about not dryng things that may have gasoline on them? I know I've read it on a number of dryers while I was bored waiting for laundry.
§ ita § - Mar 21, 2005 7:49:05 am PST #9080 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Doesn't every dryer have a warning printed on it somewhere about not dryng things that may have gasoline on them?
The pay ones I've used certainly do.
Nutty - Mar 21, 2005 7:52:18 am PST #9081 of 10002
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."
I think we have new candidates for the Darwin Awards. Also, people who never tried to dry sneakers in the dryer, or else they'd know that some things do not belong in a dryer whether or not they are dripping with gasoline. Hello! (Reason #375 it's a good thing suburban moms have not yet been recruited en masse into the drug trade.)
P.s. How cute is it that erika coins the verb "Klaused" without needing to explain it? Very cute. And it is exactly what L&O would do.
Sean K - Mar 21, 2005 7:53:10 am PST #9082 of 10002
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty
Timelies. WELCOME MALLORY JAMES!
I haven't been able to find the text of the law this morning, do we have any idea how it was worded, or how far reaching it is? Is it specific to the Schiavo case, or can federal judges now reach into all our lives and decide any important decision by fiat?
A not-very-interesting article about people who investigate car fires:
Did any of the investigators say something to the effect of "on a long enough timeline, the survival rate for eveyone drops to zero"?
-t - Mar 21, 2005 7:55:35 am PST #9083 of 10002
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
The pay ones I've used certainly do.
The one in my apartment does, too. Read that one while looking for a model number when it wasn't working. I'm pretty sure I read a similar warning on my mom's dryer, as well, though I don't recall the circumstances.
erikaj - Mar 21, 2005 8:02:09 am PST #9084 of 10002
Always Anti-fascist!
"Cute" is gonna be my new favorite way of describing "aberrant" from now on Nutty. But it's true, I trusted y'all to follow me in it.(We all know Klaus did it, don't we?! Although maybe those guys are in the wind with OJ's real killers. Uh huh.)
Betsy HP - Mar 21, 2005 8:03:17 am PST #9085 of 10002
If I only had a brain...
Sure, there's not enough money in the world to get me to hit middle C, but it's a foot! Can't you at least tell it's not pivoting? It's right there -- if your kinaesthetics are off, how about your vision?
I was behind the door when they were handing out proprioception. I CONSTANTLY bump my appendages into walls because I'm walking and I don't realize that my hip/shoulder/hand is about to be in the same space as the doorframe/doorknob/etc.
Calli - Mar 21, 2005 8:05:38 am PST #9086 of 10002
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
<wince>
A week or so ago I pulled my darks out of the dryer and discovered that the thing that had been making that rattling noise was not a popped button, as I'd assumed. It was a lighter that I'd stuck in a trouser pocket and forgotten about. Not a pleasant discovery, although I could have found out in a much more dramatic way.