Quester, it strikes me that being worried about what you are going to do in case of a big emergency -- having been through one already! -- is not so much a First World problem as it is a universal one, and in fact it's us 1sters who have it so easy that we believe we won't ever face such a situation. One answer is to cultivate family and community ties that we can depend on. Another is to encourage good and responsible government that will protect communities, and the families that live in them.
Simon: I'm trying to put this as delicately as I can... How do I know you won't kill me in my sleep? Mal: You don't know me, son. So let me explain this to you once: If I ever kill you, you'll be awake, you'll be facing me, and you'll be armed.
'Serenity'
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.
Theodosia - Sep 05, 2005 6:30:30 pm PDT #4831 of 10002
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
§ ita § - Sep 05, 2005 6:53:26 pm PDT #4832 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I'm eating a roast beef sandwich on my honey oatmeal bread, and wondering how anyone could call it cake.
Lee - Sep 05, 2005 6:56:47 pm PDT #4833 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I am struggling not to eat another cupcake.
I blame ita, and it makes me want to call her roast beef sandwich a cake.
§ ita § - Sep 05, 2005 6:57:52 pm PDT #4834 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Call it a cake if you will. You can't erase the delicious taste from my mouth. You'll just brand yourself craxxy, and lord knows there isn't enough Blue Mountain in the world to start giving any of it to craxxy people.
Lee - Sep 05, 2005 6:58:51 pm PDT #4835 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Uh oh.
bon bon - Sep 05, 2005 7:02:05 pm PDT #4836 of 10002
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
Oh, he looks very tarted up.
It's the lips. And the dyed hair.
Jesse - Sep 05, 2005 7:05:44 pm PDT #4837 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
And the eyeliner?
aurelia - Sep 05, 2005 7:09:16 pm PDT #4838 of 10002
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
Damn. I meant to tape PB - I think my bartender may be in it.
I've got it, brenda. You're welcome to come over and watch. (You have your own personal bartender?!)
Maybe they can do a big 24/PB crossover event.
I'm waiting for it to become The Fugitive, buddy pic style ( which doesn't preclude a crossover now that I think about it). Tommy Lee Jones can guest star.
What part of town do you live in, quester?
Matt the Bruins fan - Sep 05, 2005 7:12:05 pm PDT #4839 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
I do think it would have been better to see Roddick as his own cowboy-geared mojo rather than someone else.
dcp - Sep 05, 2005 7:22:26 pm PDT #4840 of 10002
The more I learn, the more I realize how little I know.
Two weeks ago my uncle found a kitten huddled up against the foundation of his house. No idea if he was lost, misplaced, abandoned, or dropped off. They can't keep him because their cat in residence won't tolerate competition. Fortunately they found him a good home without having to resort to the local pound. My aunt finally sent me pictures. The first one is from two weeks ago--he looks to me like he couldn't have been more than six weeks old. The second and third photos are from last Saturday. He goes to his new home tomorrow.