I thought the Jazz were from New Orleans.
Damn. I just slipped into a speaking part, and I broke up on camera. Amateur.
AND they told me to smack someone, which made me kinda nervous. He seems to be okay, despite doing two takes.
The King of Cups expects a picnic. But this is not his birthday!
Drusilla ,'Conversations with Dead People'
Natter 39 and Holding
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.
§ ita § - Oct 07, 2005 8:52:27 am PDT #4244 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Rick - Oct 07, 2005 8:53:51 am PDT #4245 of 10002
I remember my cousins telling us the name of the steer we were being served for dinner.
When I was 10 my parents were grasped by a 1960’s ideal of self-sufficiency. Then moved us to a small farm, planted a huge garden, and started raising pigs, cattle, and chickens for food. We kids gave the animals fanciful names like Buttercup, Heathcliff, and Pansy.
The next fall my parents prepared a celebratory feast for Sunday dinner, using only foods grown on the farm. The crowning glory was a perfect ham from our first group of pigs. Just as we were biting into that beautiful ham, my four-year-old brother looked up and said “Pansy was a nice pig.” This put an end to the dinner, and to the practice of naming animals intended for the table. The remaining bits and pieces of Pansy were removed from the freezer and given to people who were not personally acquainted with her.
erikaj - Oct 07, 2005 8:55:00 am PDT #4246 of 10002
Always Anti-fascist!
Maybe so, ita. In which case I was close like a thing that's not. Like NBC replacing Howard with Ballard that giggles and jiggles.
Lee - Oct 07, 2005 9:00:44 am PDT #4247 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
He's the cat equivilent of the sweet but dumb significant other.
Mine too!
And mine! Well, except for last night, when I had the other cat wrapped in a sheet so I could try to get rid of some of his hair matts without being scratched. Ozzie was growling and unhappy, and Perkins the cat decided to help by attacking Ozzie. That was mean, not sweet. Still kept up the dumb part though, since Ozzie spent the next hour getting revenge.
Jesse - Oct 07, 2005 9:05:25 am PDT #4248 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
In completely unrelated to anything news, could I be Velma for a 70s theme costume party without buying an orange turtleneck?
§ ita § - Oct 07, 2005 9:06:13 am PDT #4249 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
How spot on is the rest of your costume? Do you have an orange top, or were you going with a different colour turtleneck? If so, which colour?
tommyrot - Oct 07, 2005 9:06:43 am PDT #4250 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.
could I be Velma for a 70s theme costume party without buying an orange turtleneck?
No!
Well, unless you have every other part of the outfit, and wear some other colored turtleneck. But I'm not positive that'd work.
Jesse - Oct 07, 2005 9:07:36 am PDT #4251 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
So far? All I have is glasses. I have a little vintage red skirt, though. I should go to a cheapo store and see if they have a turtleneck and socks in any related color that match, because that's really the key, I'm now thinking.
Jessica - Oct 07, 2005 9:09:30 am PDT #4252 of 10002
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
could I be Velma for a 70s theme costume party without buying an orange turtleneck?
Try H&M.
bon bon - Oct 07, 2005 9:10:07 am PDT #4253 of 10002
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
Or Old Navy.