Sooner or later, you're gonna want it. And the second — the second — that happens, you know I'll be there. I'll slip in, have myself a real good day.

Spike ,'Conversations with Dead People'


What Happens in Natter 35 Stays in Natter 35  

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.


tommyrot - May 04, 2005 1:22:36 pm PDT #1357 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.

Dammit, a Sphynx is in third-to-last place. When will the prejudice against hairless cats cease?


§ ita § - May 04, 2005 1:25:14 pm PDT #1358 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

When will the prejudice against hairless cats cease?

When they stop being ugly. Yick.


lori - May 04, 2005 1:26:45 pm PDT #1359 of 10001

I'm free! I'm free! Well, free to go to the pet store anyway. Whee.

While having sandwiches with Polgara yesterday, we noticed that Newman-from-Seinfeld buys pet food at our local pet store. Same one that the T2 shops at.


Scrappy - May 04, 2005 1:26:55 pm PDT #1360 of 10001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

ita is harshing on the Sphinxes. Come on, fur isn't everything.


tommyrot - May 04, 2005 1:27:20 pm PDT #1361 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.

::sits alone in the "but hairless cats are cuuuuuuuute!" corner::


Steph L. - May 04, 2005 1:30:45 pm PDT #1362 of 10001
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe

the Unconversation

I love it!

Quiz time: in the following conversation, what was the result?

Steph's Mom: "Sammy?"

Steph: "Sure!"

Steph's Mom: "Nuked?"

Steph: "Nah."

Decipher that unconversation....


ChiKat - May 04, 2005 1:31:43 pm PDT #1363 of 10001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?

My guess:

Sandwich?

Hot?

Nope.


DXMachina - May 04, 2005 1:32:49 pm PDT #1364 of 10001
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.

Steph's Mom: "Would you like a sandwich?"

Steph: "Yes, please."

Steph's Mom: "Do you want me to heat it in the microwave?"

Steph: "No, thank you."


Steph L. - May 04, 2005 1:35:47 pm PDT #1365 of 10001
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe

Damn, I guess that one was too easy. Yes, the result was a non-hot sandwich.


Connie Neil - May 04, 2005 1:37:18 pm PDT #1366 of 10001
brillig

Hubby and I "woof" at each other a lot. We often channel wolves a bit more noticeably than society likes.

He'll go into the house looking for a tool. I'm outside.

Him: Woof? (on a rising note)

Me: In the kitchen.

Him: Woof. (up-and-down sound of puzzlement)

Me: On the table. Look next to the phone.

Him: Woof!

Me: You're welcome.

And the rest of the people in the front yard are staring at me. Someone once tried to woof along with us, and we both gave him the kinds of stares I imagine Parisians give Americans trying to speak French.

Friend 1: He woofed at her!

Friend 2: They do that.

Friend 1: What does it mean?

Friend 2: I don't know. I've counted fourteen different kinds of Woof.