Lindsey: Why--why did you... Lorne: One last job. You're not part of the solution, Lindsey. You never will be. Lindsey: You kill me? A flunky?! I'm not just...Angel...kills me. You...Angel... Lorne: Good night, folks.

'Not Fade Away'


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.


juliana - Apr 20, 2005 12:26:12 pm PDT #7525 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…

Oh, cropped to just you? Maybe it counts. But probably there's some technicality I haven't thought of yet that disqualifies

Maybe that she made it all artistic and stuff? That's the justification I had for the picture of me dancing.


sarameg - Apr 20, 2005 12:27:43 pm PDT #7526 of 10001

Unless it was a cubist painting or something.

If only. I think I first encountered it when I was 12 or so. Gaped. Sure, they were granola-hippy-crunchy-quasi-nudist (basically when the retreat didn't have outside guests) but STILL.


Daisy Jane - Apr 20, 2005 12:27:58 pm PDT #7527 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

Here is what's on my desktop. [link] I don't mind being mocked for it because I like it. It should be said that were it a cheesy Olan Mills type job it would not be my desktop unless I'd done some seriously cool stuff to in in Photoshop.


Cashmere - Apr 20, 2005 12:28:12 pm PDT #7528 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.

My cousin sat topless for a portrait for a local artist. Her fiance ended up buying the painting. I think she wanted him to buy it because she is pretty vain. It's a good portrait, but I wouldn't want a painting of my boobies in my own house.


Matt the Bruins fan - Apr 20, 2005 12:30:15 pm PDT #7529 of 10001
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand

The people we bought our house from had a three-foot photo-oil painting of the wife in her wedding gown hanging above the master bed.

I didn't know Ayn Rand had owned a home in the Bay Area!


Lyra Jane - Apr 20, 2005 12:31:02 pm PDT #7530 of 10001
Up with the sun

I feel like I should remember when my brother was born -- I was three and two months -- but I don't. I remember a few things from being three and four, like preschool, and learning how to read, but I don't really remember my brother until he was old enough to play with.

Also, my work desktop is a repeating orange pattern that came as a default with the Mac. I keep meaning to change it, but I keep not doing so. Inertia rules my world. At home, I have a picture of All That You Can't Leave Behind-era U2.


Nutty - Apr 20, 2005 12:31:46 pm PDT #7531 of 10001
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."

My wallpaper is a photo of my siblings, at work. At home, it is still a photo from the Red Sox winning the World Series, because I have not gotten around to changing it.


Betsy HP - Apr 20, 2005 12:31:57 pm PDT #7532 of 10001
If I only had a brain...

I didn't know Ayn Rand had owned a home in the Bay Area!

This was the Charlotte house.


-t - Apr 20, 2005 12:32:23 pm PDT #7533 of 10001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration

Changing my wallpaper is one of the things I can't do on my work computer. Restricted access, baby.


§ ita § - Apr 20, 2005 12:33:41 pm PDT #7534 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Changeing my wallpaper is one of the things I can't do on my work computer.

In theory I can't. But I can replace the whatever.bmp it goes back to on rebooting with my own BMP file, and I do. First Legolas, then the Batman Begins poster, and now Wondie.