Tough one.
River: You're not right, Early. You're not righteous. You've got issues. Early: No. Oh, yes, I could have that. You might have me figured out, then. Good job. I'm not 100%.
'Objects In Space'
Natter 37: Oddly Enough, We've Had This Conversation Before.
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.
Scrappy - Jul 18, 2005 8:06:47 pm PDT #1007 of 10002
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Lee - Jul 18, 2005 8:07:06 pm PDT #1008 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
ita, I sent you an email, but it's not important.
Kat - Jul 18, 2005 8:26:09 pm PDT #1009 of 10002
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
More contradictory evidence.
Their place has no curtains up at all, nor blinds.
But they are listening to that song that they use in Bring It On, the competition song with the spirit fingers.
And they have a dog of indeterminate size or breed, but it has a non yippy bark.
Kat - Jul 18, 2005 8:35:32 pm PDT #1010 of 10002
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
One last post, then to bed.
Interesting bit on blogs as a liability for job candidates in academia.
I loved this part:
It's in your interest, as an applicant, for them to stay hidden, not laid out in exquisite detail for all the world to read. If you stick your foot in your mouth during an interview, no one will interrupt to prevent you from doing further damage. So why risk doing it many times over by blabbing away in a blog?
as well as
Why? What is the purpose of broadcasting one's unfiltered thoughts to the whole wired world? . ...It becomes an open diary or confessional booth, where inward thoughts are publicly aired...Worst of all, for professional academics, it's a publishing medium with no vetting process, no review board, and no editor. The author is the sole judge of what constitutes publishable material, and the medium allows for instantaneous distribution. After wrapping up a juicy rant at 3 a.m., it only takes a few clicks to put it into global circulation.
Matt the Bruins fan - Jul 18, 2005 8:42:36 pm PDT #1011 of 10002
"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
No set of boundaries is tight enough to allow for Tucker Carlson fantasies, be they justified by grad-school wannabe bullshit or not.
Not even mine? Mind you, they don't so much involve sex as leaving him stranded in Rawah with the American flag tattooed across his face...
But, Rio, lived with Ewan (and Angelina Jolie's ex husband). Think of the slash possibilities.
Especially since Angelina revealed long ago that she wasn't the only one in that marriage who had explored alternative lifestyles.
Vortex - Jul 18, 2005 8:52:35 pm PDT #1012 of 10002
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
Gay? Not Gay?
hmm. hard to say. do _they_ have a dog, or does one of them have a dog? do both of them walk the dog? also, does anyone ever carry the dog when it's not necessary?
Cass - Jul 18, 2005 9:05:01 pm PDT #1013 of 10002
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Their place has no curtains up at all, nor blinds.You can see into their bedroom and still can't tell?
We could get out a manual and compare.
Cass - Jul 18, 2005 9:08:51 pm PDT #1014 of 10002
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Reminds me, next time I am online and haven't just realized that I needed to be asleep an hour ago, we should play is my neighbor a tranny or a girl. Because I am still not sure.
Either way, I want to know where s/he got her his that really great silk robe I always see said neighbor wearing.
tommyrot - Jul 18, 2005 9:11:33 pm PDT #1015 of 10002
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Aprapo of nothing...
Kitty likes the belly-rub. Yes he does.
meara - Jul 18, 2005 9:32:30 pm PDT #1016 of 10002
Oh! I posted and I missed Nilly! Nilllllllly!! Hi! I haven't been keeping up wtih Natter, for the longest time. But lately, too much time online, not enough stuff on the internet...:)
Over 120 in Palm Springs (where I am this week) today. This is ridiculous. It's like speed of plaid, for temperatures.
WAHHHH! Fanfic is better than canon!"
I feel like the good stuff usually is. (But the bad and mediocre stuff...whoah, nelly!)
I am so thoroughly fucked that there may be a prize for it.
Is your girlfriend even on the same continent as you, Gus? :)
Should I be worried that Nair seems to have peeled a layer of dead skin off my legs, or is that normal now?
Did it also get the hair? Or just the skin?
As a result, fries with gravy is comfort food for us
I'm with Vortex--the only thing might be that there should be some cheese involved...
I don't have what people would describe as a strictly (or fully functional) photographic memory, but I have moments of it, particularly for the written word. For example, if I'm looking for a particular line in a book, I know whether it's on the left, or right, or top/middle/bottom of a page. I can usually see it, and the line breaks in my head
This, yes. Me too. Sadly, was never useful on tests, though--I'd be like "Shit, the part on those reactions is on the lefthand page, at the top, I can almost see it, but what does it SAY???"
So yellow tastes like the sound and feel of chewing a wad of rubber like balloons are made of.
And I know we've had this conversation before, because I remember thinking "that's exactly what I'd picture chewing yellow being like". EW.
You're not old. You're just pregnant.
Dude! I keep forgettign that Cash is preggers! Man. Another baby buffista brewing! Faboo!
In fact during my 5 month employ at Ms. Olen's, I spent two and a half months celibate. Yep. Celibate.
Dear god, someone call the nuns, she should've been one! Yeesh.
Two late-20s, early 30s white men who are living together
I vote TEH GAY, Kat.
next time I am online and haven't just realized that I needed to be asleep an hour ago, we should play is my neighbor a tranny or a girl.
Ooh, that one I'd wanna see in person!