You turn on any of my crew, you turn on me.

Mal ,'Ariel'


Natter 40: The Nice One  

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.


DavidS - Nov 02, 2005 8:49:31 am PST #751 of 10006
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

The truth hurts:

The Alanis Morrissette who deep-throated Dave Coulier in the back of a theater -- and then sang about it right before she misinformed an entire generation about the definition of "irony" -- would hate Alanis Jean King, her bangs, and her wilting perm. Last decade's Alanis would punch this one in the mouth and snap her glasses in two, and then use the shards as a sex toy.


§ ita § - Nov 02, 2005 8:49:52 am PST #752 of 10006
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I've never thought Alanis looked good, ever.

Ryan -- evidently not a guy who can be left up to his own devices. He needs Blade 4, stat. Which reminds me, I need Blade 3.

Vortex! I got distracted by work -- I actually have both the things you found, so I'm good.


Jessica - Nov 02, 2005 8:51:40 am PST #753 of 10006
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset

What's a fish plank?

Traditional fish'n'chips uses cod.


sarameg - Nov 02, 2005 8:53:23 am PST #754 of 10006

It's just...a plank. 3/4 " thick, often rectangular, but sometimes some sort of rhomboid....they just were always called planks by my elementary school cafeteria.


Gudanov - Nov 02, 2005 8:54:56 am PST #755 of 10006
Coding and Sleeping

The truth hurts:

That's not the only thing that would hurt in that paragraph.


shrift - Nov 02, 2005 8:56:27 am PST #756 of 10006
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty

But I had to do frantic figuring to decide what I wanted to request.

Yeah, I haven't quite settled on what I want to request yet. And I need to see what made the final fandom list. Lost is a repeat tonight, so maybe I'll do that when I get home from my comics run.


sarameg - Nov 02, 2005 8:58:10 am PST #757 of 10006

OK, so said person sent around email saying it was ALL MY FAULT that the format is screwed up. Because his code can't remove a newline character. Good lord.

I'm not that fussed, it is just rather comical.


Jesse - Nov 02, 2005 9:00:39 am PST #758 of 10006
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Can I get a reality check here? I'm trying to write something about how society has been fucking with women for 50 years, telling them "get a job!" "stay home with your babies!" "do both!" "pick one!" etc. So I'm going through with a couple of sentences about each decade (80s superwoman "having it all", 90s welfare reform sending poor single mothers back to work, etc.), and then I'm going to come to some kind of point about how the real success of feminism would be if each person really felt that he or she could decide how to live and what was important, without feeling put down by society.

Does that make any sense, or is it too jumbled?


§ ita § - Nov 02, 2005 9:10:21 am PST #759 of 10006
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

It makes sense to me, Jesse.

So it's probably jumbled.


Matt the Bruins fan - Nov 02, 2005 9:14:05 am PST #760 of 10006
"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

Ryan -- evidently not a guy who can be left up to his own devices. He needs Blade 4, stat. Which reminds me, I need Blade 3.

If Blade 4 is going to be written by the same people who thought Blade 3 was a good idea, I'd prefer him to just opt for modelling in exercise magazines from now on.

It just occurred to me that Reynolds may be the sole prominent false positive my gaydar has given me. I've been surprised by plenty of people coming out (both in real life and celebrities), but he's the only instance I can recall of being shocked to learn that someone is straight.

ETA: Oops. Forgot that I was likewise surprised by a Swedish translator in Boston, who turned out to be my Best Sex Ever guy.