Angel: He is dead. Technically, he's undead. It's a zombie. Connor: What's a zombie? Angel: It's an undead thing. Connor: Like you? Angel: No, zombies are slow-moving, dimwitted things that crave human flesh. Connor: Like you. Angel: No! It's different. Trust me.

'Destiny'


Natter 41: Why Do I Click on ita's Links?!  

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 15, 2005 6:54:26 pm PST #2517 of 10002
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo

Oh ita. You poor thing. Seriously. I want to pay someone to be your minder to make sure you rest and get better ASAP.


Herah - Dec 15, 2005 6:55:13 pm PST #2518 of 10002
I don't want to be Superman. I want to stay little and be next to Mommy.

The kids are doing well, thank you. Nobody's been sick, nobody's been naughty enough to talk about. The big development this Christmas is that K (8) is partially in on the conspiracy: she winked at me when I told the twins (5) that the mall Santa is really Santa, because she knows the real Santa is at the North Pole.

Also, K and the twins have completely different understandings of The Polar Express, and we were able to prevail on her not to explain it to them.

I'm leaving now, because I'm trying for the 5:05 train. I really shouldn't have stopped by...


Lee - Dec 15, 2005 6:56:29 pm PST #2519 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

JESSE IS ON MY TV RIGHT NOW!

Ice alert! That's awesome

You missed the part where it only goes off if it's 37 fricking degrees!

Tell you to turn around and go back to bed?

or what Ginger said.


Jesse - Dec 15, 2005 6:56:30 pm PST #2520 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

WAIT. The twins are five? That's bananas! They're just little babies!!

ita, see my memo earlier which was promted by tommyrot and his eyeballs.


Cass - Dec 15, 2005 7:02:40 pm PST #2521 of 10002
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

The big development this Christmas is that K (8) is partially in on the conspiracy: she winked at me when I told the twins (5) that the mall Santa is really Santa, because she knows the real Santa is at the North Pole.
Very adorable.

I have enough undies to last me but the bras occasionally snap an underwire so they aren't as hardy. And commando is way easier to pull off than braless when there is rack involved.

My evening tension-y migraine-y headache is here. My doctor is going to be pissed when I call him and tell him that these things have been hitting nightly for weeks. Admitedly, he'll have a right to be upset that I haven't called but it's not like he's actually figured them out or anything.


§ ita § - Dec 15, 2005 7:04:34 pm PST #2522 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I'm sure the EEG thing is a mistake, but the very hint of the idea that I need to do it again has me on the edge of tears.

On the upside, Isaac Mizrahi is hugging Jesse.


Lee - Dec 15, 2005 7:05:21 pm PST #2523 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

I'm sure the EEG thing is a mistake, but the very hint of the idea that I need to do it again has me on the edge of tears.

I hope so, and I would too.


bon bon - Dec 15, 2005 7:05:53 pm PST #2524 of 10002
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.

Anyone else watch Apprentice?


Kat - Dec 15, 2005 7:06:08 pm PST #2525 of 10002
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo

I didn't miss that part, Perkins. It's 37 degrees! how lucky for me to be here!

And commando is way easier to pull off than braless when there is rack involved.

Yes and yet no. Neither is acceptable when you work with 13 & 14-year-old boys.


Lee - Dec 15, 2005 7:06:52 pm PST #2526 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

I didn't miss that part, Perkins. It's 37 degrees! how lucky for me to be here!

Fair point.