Theo, they lost again. Instead of a vote, they had a fire-building challenge. Stephanie won, and is now all by her lonesome. Really kind of unbelievable.
Xander: How? What? How? Giles: Three excellent questions.
Xander/Giles ,'Never Leave Me'
Natter 34: Freak With No Name
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.
brenda m - Apr 08, 2005 3:23:42 am PDT #4225 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Jesse - Apr 08, 2005 3:37:58 am PDT #4226 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I don't actually believe in the larger Theory of Chiropractic, but when my friend adjusted me a little, I felt fucking AWESOME afterward. I should see if he'll give me a deal of any kind, now that he has his own office...
§ ita § - Apr 08, 2005 3:55:26 am PDT #4227 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I've never had a chiropractor try to sell me on chiropractic -- it was here I learnt about it.
I'm not one of those people that gets instantaneous relief -- in fact, I despise the sensation of being adjusted.
But I can't deny it loosens things up a great deal afterwards.
If only I was keeping up with my exercises.
juliana - Apr 08, 2005 4:27:30 am PDT #4228 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
I'm not one of those people that gets instantaneous relief -- in fact, I despise the sensation of being adjusted.
But I can't deny it loosens things up a great deal afterwards.
Me too. I have a hard time not going to the Eddie Izzard place as I'm being adjusted - "gonna crack yer bones! Crack yer bones!"
tommyrot - Apr 08, 2005 4:33:02 am PDT #4229 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Hmmm.... I was having problems with my interbunny yesterday (no google in the afternoon) and when I got home I discovered my home interbunny was completely dead - it wouldn't even respond to my pinging it. But this morning I discovered that it had come back to life.
I'm not sure how a zombie interbunny would act differently than a living-living one.
sarameg - Apr 08, 2005 5:12:43 am PDT #4230 of 10001
The pope's funeral made me sleep in late. No, really. NPR must have been broadcasting live at 6:30 am because it was all chaotic (or I was drifting in and out of sleep) and since it was all this religion stuff, I presumed it must be sunday, because on sunday Speaking of Faith comes on at 7 (it covers religious topics) and thus I didn't have to get up for work.
Nevermind I have to get up at 7 EVERY DAY.
Sigh.
7:30.
Cat should be just fine.
Sue - Apr 08, 2005 5:15:17 am PDT #4231 of 10001
hip deep in pie
Sara, I was dreaming about being in a diner, and suddenly the diner morphed into a funeral, and I woke up 20 minutes after my alarm went off and the CBC were broadcasting the Pope's funeral.
brenda m - Apr 08, 2005 5:16:25 am PDT #4232 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
I'm not sure how a zombie interbunny would act differently than a living-living one.
Well, I guess you'll find out.
Nevermind I have to get up at 7 EVERY DAY.
Hee. Yesterday I was cursing this conversation for jinxing me - slept through the alarm, or more precisely, must have shut it off instead of getting up or even hitting snooze. Luckily, Lucy is a first-class pest when she decides to be, and got me up at 7:45.
sarameg - Apr 08, 2005 5:19:04 am PDT #4233 of 10001
Hah! I'm not the only victim.
It's funny, but usually when I hear the business report come on (10 minutes before the hour,) that's when I finally admit that yes, I really do have to get up. Unless, of course, I've gotten up already.
But there was no business report!
tommyrot - Apr 08, 2005 6:02:17 am PDT #4234 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.