bon bon, your browser is trying to tell you that you need to go read Slashdot right now.
Mal: Okay. She won't be winning any beauty contests anytime soon. But she is solid. Ship like this, be with ya 'til the day you die. Zoe: 'Cause it's a deathtrap.
'Out Of Gas'
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.
Tom Scola - Mar 22, 2005 10:13:25 am PST #9417 of 10002
Where do you come from? Where do you go? What is your scene, baby? We just gotta know.
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
Where do you come from? Where do you go? What is your scene, baby? We just gotta know.
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
It's actually been a really hard year, when you stop and do the math. Eliot would cry, too, if it didn't take him seventy minutes of therapy, two cocktails, and a Sondheim medley before he can experience a human emotion through the haze of his PTSD.
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...
msbelle - Mar 22, 2005 10:43:50 am PST #9425 of 10002
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
they are yummy bits of goodness. sweet and sour and yum.
§ ita § - Mar 22, 2005 10:43:58 am PST #9426 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Wild tamarinds are much more spicy, though -- trap them if you can.