I feel like Buff diving, who's with me?
Kaylee: H-how did you... g-get on...? Early: Strains the mind a bit, don't it? You think you're all alone. Maybe I come down the chimney, Kaylee. Bring presents to the good girls and boys.
'Objects In Space'
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.
Almare - Mar 22, 2005 10:03:41 am PST #9415 of 10002
"My drink preference does not indicate my sexual preference. "
shrift - Mar 22, 2005 10:05:17 am PST #9416 of 10002
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
Yeah, I e-mailed you something along those lines. And, er, porn.
Watch me scramble inelegantly to open my e-mail.
So I guess my firm is the only one with problems accessing nytimes.com, etc.
Possible y'all have spyware or a virus controlling your horizontal and verticalbrowser.
Tom Scola - Mar 22, 2005 10:13:25 am PST #9417 of 10002
Mr. Scola’s wardrobe by Botany 500
bon bon, your browser is trying to tell you that you need to go read Slashdot right now.
bon bon - Mar 22, 2005 10:17:35 am PST #9418 of 10002
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
bon bon, your browser is trying to tell you that you need to go read Slashdot right now.
Thank you! Incidentally, that bar he was discovered at is literally across the street from my building.
Tom Scola - Mar 22, 2005 10:22:41 am PST #9419 of 10002
Mr. Scola’s wardrobe by Botany 500
The Slashdot article doesn't mention it, but his songs are downloadable from adultswim.com. I don't have the exact link, though, because I'm blocked at work from it.
§ ita § - Mar 22, 2005 10:25:28 am PST #9420 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Mmm. Bison.
Emily - Mar 22, 2005 10:26:53 am PST #9421 of 10002
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola
the cockroaches are disturb-a-rama.
It always reminds me of Infinite Jest, and how the death throes of network TV were both signalled and speeded by advertisements for tongue-scrapers -- they were so disgusting that they actually made people stop watching, but as people stopped watching they were the only advertisers the channels could get.
Alas, the cockroaches probably don't signal the demise of the pages featuring them, or of whatever company's responsible for them. But they should.
Steph L. - Mar 22, 2005 10:35:04 am PST #9422 of 10002
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
Perkins is currently on her way to Ohio with a replenished supply of tamarind balls.
Okay, I give. What the holy hell are tamarind balls?
Jesse - Mar 22, 2005 10:35:20 am PST #9423 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Huh. I just ended up at trustedsearch trying to get to my yahoo mail, but I reloaded and it was OK. Weird.
DavidS - Mar 22, 2005 10:42:11 am PST #9424 of 10002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
What the holy hell are tamarind balls?
After you castrate the domesticated tamarind...