Yes, it's terribly simple. The good guys are always stalwart and true, the bad guys are easily distinguished by their pointy horns or black hats, and, uh, we always defeat them and save the day. No one ever dies, and everybody lives happily ever after.

Giles ,'Conversations with Dead People'


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.


Matt the Bruins fan - Dec 03, 2005 5:11:35 pm PST #9053 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

Can you imagine if the logs could read your state of mind too?

Christian Bale would have gotten a restraining order against me years ago.

Assuming, of course, that they didn't run out of them before making it through all the ranks of Baleheads that joined before me.


Lee - Dec 03, 2005 5:13:22 pm PST #9054 of 10006
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Look, I never said it was good. But I watched two eps back to back and suddenly needed to know what happens with Marco, Leanne, and the tall skinnyish straight guy. Like, a lot. And it's only gotten worse.

I'm only five minutes in. No need to get defensive quite yet.

That sucks, on the not!bill.


§ ita § - Dec 03, 2005 5:17:15 pm PST #9055 of 10006
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I can be defensive any time I want to, okay?

::sobs::

Man, if I ever had any cred, Mile High's going to sink it.


sarameg - Dec 03, 2005 5:23:23 pm PST #9056 of 10006

I *still* don't know if a thing for $550 for a last minute trip to a friend's ENT-cousin for an ear infection years ago (the one that loaded me up on steroid samples and threatened in-office ear tubes) was a bill or a statement. No bill collectors have come calling, so....


sarameg - Dec 03, 2005 5:27:21 pm PST #9057 of 10006

I need a new place to live. I'm about two minutes from calling 911 again.

I don't like the humans.


Kat - Dec 03, 2005 6:11:46 pm PST #9058 of 10006
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo

oh lord, sarameg. What's going on with the neighbors?

Oh! SoCal knitters and crocheters, have a look at Knit For The Cure -- they're asking for work done with some pink to be donated for resale, profits going to the Susan G. Komen Breast Cancer Foundation.

Unsurprisingly, I knew this! I have a small pile of things that are being donated.


§ ita § - Dec 03, 2005 6:23:47 pm PST #9059 of 10006
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Humans live most places, though, sarameg, that would be convenient to your job.

What's happening?

I have one crocheted pink thing, made from some crinkly variegated almost-velour you gave me, Kat. I looked to see if Wildfiber had any like that (I need a black/grey scarf) and couldn't find any. I ended up with some wonderful-feeling merino-mix, but it's a bitch to see stitches in, so I'm confined to simple double crochet. Pfft.


Kat - Dec 03, 2005 6:27:46 pm PST #9060 of 10006
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo

The almost velour is whozzit. chenille, right? Or am I misremembering?

Lori and I braved Ikea. They didn't have what we wanted. It was like we were goldilocks and everything in the store is not quite right.

Actually, shopping Ikea is usually a lesson in lowering your standards or in accpeting the almost right as close enough.


Lee - Dec 03, 2005 6:30:13 pm PST #9061 of 10006
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

I may be falling for Mile High too, ita. It's not good, by a long shot, but it's fun, and the people are pretty.


Jesse - Dec 03, 2005 6:44:54 pm PST #9062 of 10006
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Almost velour sounds like chenille to me.

I am currently recording Mile High and may watch it someday if my DVR doesn't fill up before I can get to it. Which feels unlikely, given the redonkulous amount of schoolwork I should be doing.

At least I'm feeling ready for bed now, thanks to now quite enough sleep last night and two glasses of wine at dinner.