Jayne (Husband): Oh, I think you might wanna reconsider that last part. See, I married me a powerful ugly creature. Mal (Wife): How can you say that? How can you shame me in front of new people? Jayne (Husband): If I could make you purtier, I would. Mal (Wife): You are not the man I met a year ago.

'Our Mrs. Reynolds'


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.


bon bon - Sep 20, 2005 12:16:23 pm PDT #9354 of 10002
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.

my friends prefer fotki

I didn't think I'd hear about it like this.

ita, you're using the flickr client that allows you to upload multiple pictures at once?


Gudanov - Sep 20, 2005 12:16:50 pm PDT #9355 of 10002
Coding and Sleeping

Yes, millions of women might watch to fume over JL Halfwit playing such a character, but I don't think advertisers would want their products to appear in the midst of a show whose chief draw would be the seething hatred the audience feels toward the star.

There could be ads for punching bags, baseball bats, and TVs (obviously these ads would need to be aired early in the program).


msbelle - Sep 20, 2005 12:19:23 pm PDT #9356 of 10002
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb

SOME of my NON-HERE friends. Sheesh.


§ ita § - Sep 20, 2005 12:20:01 pm PDT #9357 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

you're using the flickr client that allows you to upload multiple pictures at once?

Yup. And although I select the set, it doesn't put them in there, and I need to do it manually. I've found "add all these photos to current set" -- now I need to work out if I can add photos to the set twice (I don't want to, but it's not like I can put checkmarks next to the ones I want or anything. So far).


Matt the Bruins fan - Sep 20, 2005 12:20:09 pm PDT #9358 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

An enormous pink bunny has been erected on an Italian mountainside where it will stay for the next 20 years.

Sure, it seems cute now, but what are they going to say when lightning strikes the thing and there's a 200 foot pink rabbit terrorizing the Italian countryside?


Lee - Sep 20, 2005 12:21:27 pm PDT #9359 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Sure, it seems cute now, but what are they going to say when lightning strikes the thing and there's a 200 foot pink rabbit terrorizing the Italian countryside?

That Clovis is at it again?


tommyrot - Sep 20, 2005 12:21:39 pm PDT #9360 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.

I think they will say, "Release the giant pink mountain lion!"

Except in Italian.


juliana - Sep 20, 2005 12:23:11 pm PDT #9361 of 10002
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…

Liberi il leone di montagna dentellare gigante!


dw - Sep 20, 2005 12:31:09 pm PDT #9362 of 10002
Silence means security silence means approval

Sadly, I think his hypothesis is flawed. Yes, millions of women might watch to fume over JL Halfwit playing such a character, but I don't think advertisers would want their products to appear in the midst of a show whose chief draw would be the seething hatred the audience feels toward the star.

OK, think about this. You have 10M people with seething hatred at a star, and they're going to have seething rage left over. If I were a political campaign or a activist organization, I'd be buying time on there in a heartbeat, because my negative ads would direct that leftover seething for my good.

Then, I just get JL Hugetit to do a 30-second spot extolling the virtues of the GOP, and presto -- Dems have Congress back in 2006.

You're just not eevl enough, Matt.


Lee - Sep 20, 2005 12:55:14 pm PDT #9363 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Now it's thundering, and I'm cold, and wishing I hadn't left one of my windows open at home.