Crap. If I use this in my paper though I'm going to have to cite either Muggle Net (embarrassing) or HP, (slightly less embarrassing). All for an opening gambit that doens't bore the snot out of me.
I may be love's bitch, but at least I'm man enough to admit it.
Spike ,'Sleeper'
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.
Kat - Dec 04, 2005 5:22:41 pm PST #9279 of 10006
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
DebetEsse - Dec 04, 2005 5:24:19 pm PST #9280 of 10006
Woe to the fucking wicked.
Kat, do you want a cite from a book?
beth b - Dec 04, 2005 5:29:41 pm PST #9281 of 10006
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
I just accidently put up the xmas tree.
Dana - Dec 04, 2005 5:31:14 pm PST #9282 of 10006
"I'm useless alone." // "We're all useless alone. It's a good thing you're not alone."
The Harry Potter Lexicon is ridiculously complete with that sort of information.
Strega - Dec 04, 2005 5:47:23 pm PST #9283 of 10006
I really liked The Time Machine, but now have to hate the movie.Really? But -- oh, wait. You mean the 2002 version, right?
Poe really had a thing about being buried alive, as far as I can tell.It was a Victorian thing. There was basically a media-induced panic about it. Some people had bells strung down into their graves so that they could ring for help if they woke up in a coffin.
lori - Dec 04, 2005 5:49:44 pm PST #9284 of 10006
Michelle Yeoh. How cool is she? None cooler.
§ ita § - Dec 04, 2005 6:17:27 pm PST #9285 of 10006
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
You mean the 2002 version, right?
Yeah. Though I haven't seen any other version, and I'm not sure about how you'd make a faithful movie of it. Ah, well.
Bless Michelle Yeoh.
Perkins, there are pics, and I might even get around to uploading them tomorrow morning.
Lee - Dec 04, 2005 6:22:58 pm PST #9286 of 10006
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Perkins, there are pics, and I might even get around to uploading them tomorrow morning.
You misspelled NOW!
tommyrot - Dec 04, 2005 6:23:58 pm PST #9287 of 10006
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
I know a young woman who has the misfortune to have contracted genital herpes.
She is on a daily regimen of Valtrex to prevent symptoms from manifesting themselves.
Recently she took her prescription to a pharmacist who was apparently a fundamentalist Christian.
Not only did he refuse to fill the prescription, but he tore it up and handed it back to her, saying, "God is punishing you for your sin."
Nutty - Dec 04, 2005 6:26:28 pm PST #9288 of 10006
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."
I am not Michelle Yeoh. Why not?
That story about the guy who kills someone and started polishing his fingerprints off things obsessively is a Ray Bradbury short story. There's another story, also about a cat in an enclosed space, which is the shortest short story Ambrose Bierce wrote. It's about a half-closed casket at a funeral, and all the mourners lined up nice, and out of the close dhalf of the casket, the cat emerges licking its lips in satisfied fashion.
Just that nasty jolt, no real characters or arc or anything. I think a lot of short stories stay famous in order to prove to seventh graders that the past was not all bonnets and CBS movie. If your main exposure to the 19th century is earnest novels about the Civil War and Little House on the Prairie, then Poe, Jack London, and Ambrose Bierce are rather the wake-up call.
Also, they appeal to the gothy tendency among middle-schoolers. Certainly, I cottoned to London a lot more easily than I did to Mark Twain, because it wasn't till I was an adult that I could read past the surface-level funny.