Jayne: That's a good idea. Good idea. Tell us where the stuff's at so I can shoot you. Mal: Point of interest? Offering to shoot us might not work so well as an incentive as you might imagine.

'Out Of Gas'


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.


DebetEsse - Sep 18, 2005 7:52:39 am PDT #8560 of 10002
Woe to the fucking wicked.

It's been conspiring with mine. The router crashes any time I try to talk to it directly (rather than through it to the outside world)


Matt the Bruins fan - Sep 18, 2005 7:54:55 am PDT #8561 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

Happy Birthday, Erika!

Are they sure the guy training those cats isn't using some sort of mind control device?


Consuela - Sep 18, 2005 7:58:13 am PDT #8562 of 10002
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix

Evil computers.


Kalshane - Sep 18, 2005 7:58:30 am PDT #8563 of 10002
GS: If you had to choose between kicking evil in the head or the behind, which would you choose, and why? Minsc: I'm not sure I understand the question. I have two feet, do I not? You do not take a small plate when the feast of evil welcomes seconds.

Apparently there is someone in my neighborhood with wireless that, miracle of miracles, actually put some level of security on it. My friend was over with his laptop, said "Hey, there's a network out there. Oh, it's asking for a key. Damn." I was beginning to think secured wireless networks were a myth.

Ack. That's terrible. Lots of ~ma for your friend, Aimee.


Allyson - Sep 18, 2005 7:59:21 am PDT #8564 of 10002
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica

Happy birthday miss erika with your badass self.

ita, glad you're home. Oddly, even though I hardly see you, I missed you, because even though I don't see you often, I couldn't just call you up and say, "let's have pie" even if I wanted to.

See how I made that all about me and my needs?


Consuela - Sep 18, 2005 7:59:36 am PDT #8565 of 10002
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix

Of the five wireless networks within reach of my laptop, three are secured. Mine, um, isn't. Yet. I'll get around to it!


Kalshane - Sep 18, 2005 7:59:49 am PDT #8566 of 10002
GS: If you had to choose between kicking evil in the head or the behind, which would you choose, and why? Minsc: I'm not sure I understand the question. I have two feet, do I not? You do not take a small plate when the feast of evil welcomes seconds.

Are they sure the guy training those cats isn't using some sort of mind control device?

I'm wondering if this is the same guy that appeared on Penn & Teller's show (I think it was on FX) a few years back. I remember they had a guy on with a bunch of trained cats. It was amazing.


DebetEsse - Sep 18, 2005 8:00:33 am PDT #8567 of 10002
Woe to the fucking wicked.

When I was in the UK, one of my cousin's neighbors had wireless, but it was secure, so no Internet for me in those 2 weeks. Kinda sucked.

We've also got at lest 2 secure wirelesses in the apartment complex


Lee - Sep 18, 2005 8:03:07 am PDT #8568 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

My wireless is at least moderately protected-- it has a password, but pretty low level encryption. I know there are other people in my building with protected wireless.


Steph L. - Sep 18, 2005 8:04:42 am PDT #8569 of 10002
I look more rad than Lutheranism

Of the 4 wireless networks (including mine) that my computer is acknowledging right now, only mine is secured. There are a couple of others that I can't see right now, and they're usuall secured. (One of which is named "pimpsdomain," which I love and wish weren't secured, just so I could access it once, to say "Yeah, I've been in the pimp's domain.")