Ow, ita. I vote you go home.
Inara: Mal, this isn't the ancient sea. You don't have to go down with your ship. Mal: She ain't going down. She ain't going anywhere.
'Out Of Gas'
Natter 36: But We Digress...
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.
Lee - Jun 24, 2005 9:04:21 am PDT #4276 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Strix - Jun 24, 2005 9:07:35 am PDT #4277 of 10001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
ita, go home.
Nutty - Jun 24, 2005 9:07:41 am PDT #4278 of 10001
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."
''You don't know the history of psychiatry. I do,''
I think it is now legitimate to quiz Tom Cruise on obscure points of psychopharmacology at any given moment.
"So, tell me about your new movie. But first, can you explain the chemical processes of the atypical antipsychotics? In alphabetical order by generic name, if you please."
"Tom, what are you wearing? And what can you tell me about B. F. Skinner?"
"Tom, thanks for showing your support for young children with AIDS. When did PTSD receive a formal designation in the DSM, and what was it called in periods before the DSM was published?"
-t - Jun 24, 2005 9:08:24 am PDT #4279 of 10001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
I vote "No" on Proposition ita Returns to the Office.
tommyrot - Jun 24, 2005 9:09:51 am PDT #4280 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.
What really makes it annoying (and puts gas in the schadenfreudemobile) is that Tom Cruise has to be so damn condescending.
§ ita § - Jun 24, 2005 9:10:02 am PDT #4281 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Gnargh. I have two or three meetings to set up, and maybe the weekly status report will have to wait until the weekend.
At least the boss knows I'm having a migraine -- I was so completely mealy-mouthed in the meeting that it embarassed me.
The pain is low, but the mental infringement is way high.
bon bon - Jun 24, 2005 9:12:51 am PDT #4282 of 10001
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
ita, I was at the doctor's today and read July's Vogue. They had an article in there about women picking up surfing, and mentioned a couple of surfing schools/instructors.
Jesse - Jun 24, 2005 9:15:12 am PDT #4283 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Set up the meetings and go.
Jessica - Jun 24, 2005 9:17:19 am PDT #4284 of 10001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
puts gas in the schadenfreudemobile
marries this phrase
Vortex - Jun 24, 2005 9:22:07 am PDT #4285 of 10001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
A funny --
Two little boys, approximately 4 or 5 years old, spy each other in line. Their mothers are holding their respective hands, staring straight ahead at the menu board with that dispassionate glazed look -- like they're pumping gas, or waiting for a dog to do its business.
Little boy #1: Hey! You get McDonald's for breakfast too!
Little boy #2: Yeah! I'm getting pancakes! I thought I was never going to get pancakes again.
Little boy #1: How come? Your mom doesn't make pancakes at home?
Little boy #2: No. I only get them here. And I didn't think I was ever going to taste them ever again.
Little boy #1: How come?
Little boy #2: Because after my little brother's birthday party, my Mom said she'd rather take it up the ass than eat here anymore.