My eye seems to be fine. A little weepy, but not in an oh my god BUFFY DIED!!!1! kind of way...
Jimmy Olsen jokes're pretty much gonna be lost on you, huh?
Xander ,'The Killer In Me'
Natter .38 Special
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.
shrift - Aug 31, 2005 1:07:37 pm PDT #3273 of 10002
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
§ ita § - Aug 31, 2005 1:09:04 pm PDT #3274 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Are you saying that if you can taste the sugar it's cake, JZ? Because I swear Wonder Bread is sweet (not to mention challah or hard dough bread).
JZ - Aug 31, 2005 1:17:27 pm PDT #3275 of 10002
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Not just if I can taste it, but if the sweetness is one of the main points of the whole enterprise (or possibly the entire point). I can taste the sugar in challah, but there's other stuff going on, and I've had challah that was more sweet, less sweet, and really not very sweet at all, but still clearly and distinctly challah. Un-sweet cake to me is cake with no point, cake of unreason.
Also, Wonder Bread has no point, and really no earthly justification, except for sculpting and wadding up into small projectile weapons.
My position paper on the muffin, with several appendices on improper bagelry, is not yet completed, but whatever the final work turns out to be, it will be dwarfed by the towering achievement of R. Hernandez's stunning thesis Eat A Muffin, Whitey! Truly I shall be but a dwarf standing on the shoulders of a giant.
My ass has spoken.
Consuela - Aug 31, 2005 1:18:40 pm PDT #3276 of 10002
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix
What makes challah for me is the egg, the texture, and the color.
Pete, Husband of Jilli - Aug 31, 2005 1:39:06 pm PDT #3277 of 10002
"I've got a gun! I've got a mother-flippin' gun!" - Moss, The IT Crowd
I am not here.
No, really.
Okay, I am, but pay no attention.
No, really.
I'm just hiding over in this part of the room because the painting on the drawing board keeps giving me a look. Y'know that look. The look that says, "Oh, c'mon. I'm easy; you can paint this, it'll be no problemo. C'mon, slap some paint on, y'know you want to."
It lies.
Painting never gets any easier. So, d'ya thing my time away from Buffistas has improved my sanity? No, me neither...
Steph L. - Aug 31, 2005 1:43:46 pm PDT #3278 of 10002
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Cake and bread are like art and/or porn: I know it when I see it.
I love Leif's new way of saying he's hungry or full. Hungry is "my tummy is sad", while full is "my tummy is happy".
I am SO using this! (FTR, my tummy is currently happy -- chicken/apple sausage and sweet potato fries. Possibly some veggies momentarily.)
Matt the Bruins fan - Aug 31, 2005 1:44:14 pm PDT #3279 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
Tried the painting upside down approach, Pete?
Pete, Husband of Jilli - Aug 31, 2005 1:46:04 pm PDT #3280 of 10002
"I've got a gun! I've got a mother-flippin' gun!" - Moss, The IT Crowd
Tried the painting upside down approach, Pete?
The blood rushes to my head and I get a headache, so not much use.
Nah, it's no good when you're dealing with facets of form that need to be accurate.
eta: Though sometimes, checking out the image in a mirror helps.
Atropa - Aug 31, 2005 1:46:28 pm PDT #3281 of 10002
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Tried the painting upside down approach, Pete?
If I get home to find him suspended from the ceiling, I'm holding you responsible. After I stop giggling.
P.M. Marc - Aug 31, 2005 1:52:20 pm PDT #3282 of 10002
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
If I get home to find him suspended from the ceiling, I'm holding you responsible. After I stop giggling.
You'd just put batwings on him. Admit it.