Gunn: Well, how horrible is this thing? Lorne: I haven't read the Book of Revelations lately, but if I was searching for adjectives, I'd probably start there.

'Hell Bound'


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 13, 2005 12:50:05 pm PDT #5928 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I will gesture or say something to "give permission" for the argument to go to that next level of intensity

What sort of signals do you give?

I should be so polite as to wait for these...


Atropa - Oct 13, 2005 12:53:38 pm PDT #5929 of 10002
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

But my eyes well up when I'm very pissed off and trying to keep cool.

This is me. In fact, if I am angry and my eyes AREN'T welling up, run away very quickly, as I am about 5 seconds away from grabbing whatever is nearest and throwing it at someone or something.


dw - Oct 13, 2005 12:54:38 pm PDT #5930 of 10002
Silence means security silence means approval

One for Susan: The Nancy-Tanya opera. [link]


Cashmere - Oct 13, 2005 12:57:01 pm PDT #5931 of 10002
Now tagless for your comfort.

I forgot to get to the DMV to renew our registration/plates since they expire TODAY. I did go online to renew the registration but since they have to mail the sticker and registration, I fear I may be screwed if I get stopped for any reason. I wonder if the printed confirmation that I renewed them online would suffice for a traffic stop?


Allyson - Oct 13, 2005 12:58:08 pm PDT #5932 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

I just refuse to be apologetic about being, you know, human. I can't control my tear production as a stress response anymore than I can control blinking to keep my eyes from drying out.


Cashmere - Oct 13, 2005 12:59:57 pm PDT #5933 of 10002
Now tagless for your comfort.

I just refuse to be apologetic about being, you know, human. I can't control my tear production as a stress response anymore than I can control blinking to keep my eyes from drying out.

I think tears are my body's way of dealing with NOT strangling the nearest person that deserves it.


brenda m - Oct 13, 2005 1:03:21 pm PDT #5934 of 10002
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

I wonder if the printed confirmation that I renewed them online would suffice for a traffic stop?

Yes, it should be.


Cashmere - Oct 13, 2005 1:05:41 pm PDT #5935 of 10002
Now tagless for your comfort.

Yes, it should be.

That's a little piece of mind. Not that I'm planning on getting stopped but we're travelling this weekend so I don't want to get in trouble with some state cop on the freeway because I don't have my new registration. The sticker on the plates covers all of October, so that won't be an issue.


§ ita § - Oct 13, 2005 1:11:00 pm PDT #5936 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Crying during a krav test is the best. No one will talk to me about it, the tears are lost in sweat, and I'm gasping and screeching anyway. You can throw everything into it.

Now, crying when other people are doing stuf -- I just up and admitted to it to one of the more senior instructors, and he looked at me and said "You're such a girl." Yeah -- terribly feminine to get choked up by stress drills on the heavy bag. Still, he'd rag on me for the weather if he could. I don't take it personal.


flea - Oct 13, 2005 1:12:19 pm PDT #5937 of 10002
information libertarian

I was ranting about asshat Big!Boss today and a colleague suggested I go break down in his office. As if that would be an appropriate way to get him to take me seriously. Unfortunately I couldn't break down in his office if I wanted to; I would be more likely to break things. Like his arm.