Death is your art. You make it with your hands day after day. That final gasp, that look of peace. And part of you is desperate to know: What's it like? Where does it lead you? And now you see, that's the secret. Not the punch you didn't throw or the kicks you didn't land. She really wanted it. Every Slayer has a death wish. Even you.

Spike ,'Conversations with Dead People'


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.


Kat - Jul 05, 2005 2:57:19 pm PDT #7215 of 10001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo

FIREWORKS!!!!

Ah, right where we left off, Jesse.

We need an ironing board and a mattress pad. I don't want to go to Target today, so, chapeau. ^.


Kathy A - Jul 05, 2005 3:03:31 pm PDT #7216 of 10001
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil

At least one of the redcoats yesterday was a woman, which I was happy to see, because I was afraid the two-X chromosome thing would preclude me from dressing up and playing soldier, which is half of what's sucking me into this.

You could be Deborah Samson, aka Robert Shirtcliffe!! Make up a head wound bandage, as well as one for your thigh (she dug the musket ball out of her leg herself, to keep her secret--she ended up discovered due to a case of "brain fever"). Just remember that your uniform'll have to be circa 1782-3, from one of the Massachusetts regiments.


Jesse - Jul 05, 2005 3:04:36 pm PDT #7217 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

I swear to god, I would watch fireworks every day. I'm excited to go see the Philharmonic in Central Park mostly because of the fireworks at the end. The one thing I miss about my old job is the fireworks at the big summer benefit.


Jesse - Jul 05, 2005 3:05:44 pm PDT #7218 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

I totally had a book about Deborah Samson as a kid -- I remember the digging-out-the-musket-ball part vividly.


Susan W. - Jul 05, 2005 3:05:49 pm PDT #7219 of 10001
The wide universe is the ocean I travel, and the earth is my blue boat home

Green jacket and a Baker rifle for Susan, I think.

Oh, indubitably. But since there don't seem to be many re-enactors from that era in this neck of the woulds, I'd probably need a 1770's persona too.

I begin to see the point about the dark side....


Kat - Jul 05, 2005 3:06:20 pm PDT #7220 of 10001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo

Fireworks are fun. But scary for our animals.

OKAY! I'm trying to make my iTunes be shareable so that any of the 4 computers in the house can play it. I've set the preferences and yet no luck.

I need Kristen right now to fix it for me.

Also, I need an ironing board. and someone to help with the various spills I've had today.


Jesse - Jul 05, 2005 3:07:46 pm PDT #7221 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Fireworks are fun. But scary for our animals.

Good thing about having a dumb cat -- people set off firecrackers in the neighborhood, the cat's like "OHMYGOD OHSHIT WHATWASTHAT?!?!!? ...oh hey -- check out my tail. Huh."


erikaj - Jul 05, 2005 3:08:00 pm PDT #7222 of 10001
"Somewhere in this building is our talent." Toby Ziegler, my spirit animal

I am really tired of being hot. No, my foaminess doesn't bore me, I'm tired of being bitchslapped by the orb. I pigged out on ice cream over the weekend, and had a story fall into my lap. Those were the happiest things.


Lee - Jul 05, 2005 3:08:56 pm PDT #7223 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

I have an ironing board. What I need is an ironing board cover.


Tom Scola - Jul 05, 2005 3:10:18 pm PDT #7224 of 10001
They pay me in WOIMS

What is this "ironing" you speak of?