Death is your art. You make it with your hands day after day. That final gasp, that look of peace. And part of you is desperate to know: What's it like? Where does it lead you? And now you see, that's the secret. Not the punch you didn't throw or the kicks you didn't land. She really wanted it. Every Slayer has a death wish. Even you.

Spike ,'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.


Kalshane - Oct 21, 2005 10:27:57 am PDT #7759 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.

Much recovery~ma for your father, Matt.

I am so ready for the weekend. Which is sad, considering I had Monday off and this week still seemed to last forever.


Dana - Oct 21, 2005 10:28:45 am PDT #7760 of 10002
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.

It's been an all-around crappy week, if you ask me. Which you didn't. But I'm still staring at the clock and twitching.


tommyrot - Oct 21, 2005 10:31:45 am PDT #7761 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.

It's been an all-around crappy week, if you ask me. Which you didn't. But I'm still staring at the clock and twitching.

I think the week should be beaten with sticks....


ChiKat - Oct 21, 2005 10:32:24 am PDT #7762 of 10002
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?

My uncle Phil always introduces my aunt May (no, really) as his ::first:: wife, to keep her on her toes. Of course, they have been married like 25 years and she just rolls her eyes 4evah.

When people tell my mom that she's too young for children in their 40's, she likes to say that they are my dad's by his first wife. She just neglects to mention that she IS his first wife. Cracks me up every single time.


aurelia - Oct 21, 2005 10:33:02 am PDT #7763 of 10002
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.

And I was just grousing to my minion about the lack of close, cheap Indian at current workplace. Feh.

Heh. I live just off Devon (aka the Sari Strip).


Scrappy - Oct 21, 2005 10:33:26 am PDT #7764 of 10002
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

My dad always called my mom his bride, which I found rather charming.


Jesse - Oct 21, 2005 10:33:39 am PDT #7765 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Jesse, I'm glad your dad's not an asshole. My HS bio teacher, on the other hand, was a grade-A jerk, and I had an even lower tolerance for that kind of humor then than I do now.

Oh, I totally get the thing where you hate a person for a ton of reasons, so you hate everything they do.


Kalshane - Oct 21, 2005 10:33:43 am PDT #7766 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.

It wasn't even a bad week for me. Just long. And now I'm stuck on the Friday afternoon stretch on the help desk, which is almost always dull. Hence the tag change. Images of a Barney parody getting clobbered with an anvil is at least bringing me a small amount of amusement right now.


DavidS - Oct 21, 2005 10:34:07 am PDT #7767 of 10002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

I think the week should be beaten with sticks....

Concur. Let the week-beating begin!

::swings axe-handle ferociously at The Week::


§ ita § - Oct 21, 2005 10:34:11 am PDT #7768 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

My father just calls his wife by her name. Or he calls her our mother. She does him the parallel favour.