Easy Bake. Flop-a-palooza. Woosh. Pop. I don't skulk.

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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.


aurelia - Dec 08, 2005 1:34:03 pm PST #372 of 10002
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.

What a scary thing, Burrell! I'm so glad everyone is okay.

You guys are making me sad I don't get current season Stargate.


Sheryl - Dec 08, 2005 1:44:58 pm PST #373 of 10002
Fandom means never having to say "But where would I wear that?"

Timelies all!

Glad that Franny is ok.

Not looking forward to the snow we're supposed to get tomorrow morning. (Then again, I never look forward to snow)


Cass - Dec 08, 2005 1:48:32 pm PST #374 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.

They responded with slobbery virtual kisses.
As was warranted by your offer of numminess, I am sure.

My closet is getting a new light. I think this is not going to go as smoothly as the nice handyman thinks. And I think he's going to (mistakenly) steal my flashlight. The spooky possessed light is out though.


Kate P. - Dec 08, 2005 1:54:44 pm PST #375 of 10002
That's the pain / That cuts a straight line down through the heart / We call it love

Scary Franny story! I'm glad she's OK. When I was 2 or 3 I drank almost a whole bottle of cough medicine and had to spend all of Christmas day throwing it up, which was Not Fun, but I definitely never did it again. Hopefully Franny will feel the same way.

Speaking of medical trauma, I had a scare at work today. My heart started beating really fast, and I got dizzy and had to lie down on the floor. My heart slowed after a few minutes, but it was pretty frightening, and I felt like crap all day: lightheaded, heavy-limbed. At least I am home now, and awaiting the imminent delivery of delicious Italian food. Possibly I will go to bed shortly after it arrives.


DavidS - Dec 08, 2005 2:00:02 pm PST #376 of 10002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

Can someone quote that entire line/bit, pleasepleaseplease? I was laughing too hard to memorize it.

I don't remember all of it, but it went something like, "We here at Osama's Home Abortion [something something] Jizzaporium."


JZ - Dec 08, 2005 2:09:31 pm PST #377 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.

Osama's Homo-Bortion [something] Commie Jizzaporium.

I still have it on the Tivo at home. It was just so beautiful.


shrift - Dec 08, 2005 2:16:15 pm PST #378 of 10002
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty

Shrift, if I come to Escapade and ply you with alcohol, will you move?

Come to Escapade! Ply me with alcohol!

I'm already thinking about moving. My family would kill me if I do it while Christmas is afoot, but after, it's a whole new year.


msbelle - Dec 08, 2005 2:16:15 pm PST #379 of 10002
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb

I am killing a few more minutes at work:

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§ ita § - Dec 08, 2005 2:34:12 pm PST #380 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

"I know you don't want to hear this, but you're both really young. No matter how much you love each other, you're both really young."

Another in the list of phone conversations I don't need to overhear at work. Dudes, times and places.

Thanks, Cass! You'll need my address, huh? Or do you have it?

Wow. Now Concerned Mother is explaining the phone call to her co-worker. I'd be embarassed for her daughter, except whyinhell is she having that sort of conversation with her mother while Ma's at work?

Kate, glad you're okay. Margaret Thatcher was recently hospitalised for feeling faint. WhatEV. Okay, maybe she's 109 by now, but still.


Daisy Jane - Dec 08, 2005 2:36:03 pm PST #381 of 10002
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

So. I just listened to an elderly lady cry because she's afraid she'll lose her home, the company seems to have her insurance money, but hasn't credited it to her, and she is scared of where she's living and just wants to go home.

Can I leave now? I don't cry in front of coworkers.