I am in fact, Rebecca Locke (just without the scary past and the freaky mind-sight stuff and teh law-enforcement career and the blond hair).
Buffy: Where are the burgers? Riley: Yeah man, I'm starving. Cow me. Xander: I'd love to make with the moo but the fire's not cooperating.
'Lessons'
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.
msbelle - Jun 06, 2005 11:00:54 am PDT #9698 of 10001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
Vortex - Jun 06, 2005 11:03:45 am PDT #9699 of 10001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
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OH!! I had a return at Barnes and Noble, decided that I wanted a new CD, was wandering around and saw the Jem CD. I remembered that people here loved it, so I bought it, and I love it. Thanks, Buffistas!
§ ita § - Jun 06, 2005 11:03:56 am PDT #9700 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
without the scary past and the freaky mind-sight stuff and teh law-enforcement career and the blond hair
Are you with the Jay and the Adam?
msbelle - Jun 06, 2005 11:08:57 am PDT #9701 of 10001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
The Jay and the Adam are my houseboys. I thought you knew. The Adam, he especially likes when I make him yell from the windows that the Gays should all be allowed to marry and have children and that being socially liberal is the one true way. I make Jay stay in another room and clean when I am home, he kinda freaks me out.
Emily - Jun 06, 2005 11:10:57 am PDT #9702 of 10001
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola
It's something along the lines of, "Those who can't do, teach. Those who can't teach, teach gym." I think?
Ah, thank you. I'd forgotten about that. Seems too bad for the poor schmucks who actually get master's degrees and licensure in physical education. Though, I'll be honest with you, I've never understood why one would. I suppose if you enjoy sports and want to teach, that makes sense.
It's like prison guards, I suppose. There are thousands -- millions? -- of people doing the job, and I'm glad they are, because I really don't want to.
Typo Boy - Jun 06, 2005 11:12:14 am PDT #9703 of 10001
Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.
A few weeks ago I opened my spam filter by mistake ...
Rick you are going to turn this post into a publishable essay or something aren't you? I mean it freakin rocks.
Jesse - Jun 06, 2005 11:12:40 am PDT #9704 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I suppose if you enjoy sports and want to teach, that makes sense.
That's the story of my aunts -- like kids, like sports, why not. Of course, I think Phys Ed grad school was also a good place to meet other closested lesbians in the 60s, but I could be retconning.
Topic!Cindy - Jun 06, 2005 11:13:04 am PDT #9705 of 10001
What is even happening?
From Barack Obama -- "Oh god oh god we're all gonna die [of bird flu]"Oh, man. I shouldn't read things like that. If I were King of the Forest, I'd quarantine everyone but me. Actually, that would take care of a lot.
§ ita § - Jun 06, 2005 11:13:31 am PDT #9706 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
It's like prison guards, I suppose. There are thousands -- millions? -- of people doing the job, and I'm glad they are, because I really don't want to.
Or, in my world, it's like schoolteachers.
Dude -- look at this -- A9's yellow pages can show you storefronts if you're in the right cities.
Emily - Jun 06, 2005 11:16:30 am PDT #9707 of 10001
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola
right before I was going to be,
So, Vortex, due to the Chappelle show, you're not?
Oh, man. I shouldn't read things like that. If I were King of the Forest, I'd quarantine everyone but me. Actually, that would take care of a lot.
Keep in mind, of course, that according to the three-part piece in the New Yorker recently, we should be so lucky as to die from the avian flu and not suffer the overcrowding, starvation, and rampant epidemics which global warming will bring us in the next fifty years in the period before the planet becomes so hot that no human life can be supported.
I've decided to stick my fingers in my ears and go lalalalala.