I'll put the first four on a DVD, and mail out three copies to start trees. By the weekend.
can I be part of the tree? and I promise to send you those songs that you wanted.
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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.
Vortex - Oct 26, 2005 5:51:18 am PDT #8810 of 10002
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
JZ - Oct 26, 2005 6:07:12 am PDT #8811 of 10002
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Looks like there are a couple more Eyes eps to become available. I'll put the first four on a DVD, and mail out three copies to start trees. By the weekend.
So absurdly happy.
I'd just been thinking about it over the last couple of days -- what with the semi-official word of no Inside DVDs, no how, no way, it occurred to me that if The Inside wasn't getting DVDs, then no way in hell would Eyes ever see the light of day again. I was about to hunt down the names of the writers and send them fangurl letters begging for at least plot outlines for the season-that-wasn't.
Actually, I should write those letters anyway, because the writing was so damn smart and fun and they deserve to know how fully what they created has stayed alive to at least one viewer.
Jesse - Oct 26, 2005 6:17:05 am PDT #8812 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
That's exciting, Sue!
I have now made plans to get together with a slightly annoying friend to study for our test tonight. I don't really wanna.
sarameg - Oct 26, 2005 6:18:26 am PDT #8813 of 10002
Ahrg. Had to take a decongestant this morning, and apparently it's decided to have the drowsy side effect (usually it doesn't...which means I have to find something else until my system forgets it ever encountered it again.)
May have to take a walk shortly. My damned eyes want to cross.
Dang, I can't even write.
Jessica - Oct 26, 2005 6:21:08 am PDT #8814 of 10002
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
There's a widespread notion that pornographers eagerly jump on new technology long before it goes mainstream, but with Apple Computer's new video-playing iPod, the adult industry is largely staying away.
With a couple of exceptions, porno producers are in no hurry to provide stag movies for the iPod, thanks to fears of a public outcry and a government crackdown.
§ ita § - Oct 26, 2005 6:24:54 am PDT #8815 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
There's PSP porn, right? How squeeky kleen (so fresh and so clean clean) must Apple be to scare them away?
Yeah - I was thinking there wouldn't be Eyes DVDs either, sadly. I think I have them out of order, and there's some slight arcing up to episode 13 - not Minear-aware, but something.
Congrats, Sue. I hope you get into your email soon.
Vortex - Oct 26, 2005 6:25:21 am PDT #8816 of 10002
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
not to mention, what's the point of porn on a 2 inch screen?
Fred Pete - Oct 26, 2005 6:27:58 am PDT #8817 of 10002
Ann, that's a ferret.
Also, how do you prevent minors getting access?
§ ita § - Oct 26, 2005 6:28:10 am PDT #8818 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
That's ... That's not two inches, Vortex. Much bigger. Plus, it's not the size of your hardware, it's how you use it.
tommyrot - Oct 26, 2005 6:34:59 am PDT #8819 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.
Restaurant reveiw: Ninja New York
CONFUSING the point of a restaurant with the mission of a "Saturday Night Live" skit, Ninja New York deposits you in a kooky, dreary subterranean labyrinth that seems better suited to coal mining than to supping. You are greeted there by servers in black costumes who ceaselessly bow, regularly yelp and ever so occasionally tumble, and you are asked to choose between two routes to your table.
The first is described by a ninja escort as simple and direct. The second is "dark, dangerous and narrow," involving a long tunnel and a drawbridge that descends only when your escort intones a special command, which he later implores you to keep secret.