The little kid plugging her ears while Tony Blair spoke?
Okay, I stand corrected. That one made me giggle.
Gunn: The final score can't be rigged. I don't care how many players you grease, that last shot always comes up a question mark. But here's the thing. You never know when you're taking it. It could be when you're duking it out with the Legion of Doom, or just crossing the street deciding where to have brunch. So you just treat it like it was up to you—the world in balance—'cause you never know when it is.
'Underneath'
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.
Lee - Dec 26, 2005 11:43:44 am PST #5108 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Cass - Dec 26, 2005 11:51:11 am PST #5109 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.
I feel like a very bad pet owner compared to Allyson and Polgara and Kristen.Damn. I *have* to go to Trader Joe's today for more cat food. If I could go in my fluffy green robe by teleporter and be invisible, I wouldn't be trying to decide how much I really love my cats. Maybe I can put it off until tomorrow and they can clean up the kibble crumbs off of the floor for me.
Kat - Dec 26, 2005 11:53:47 am PST #5110 of 10002
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
I feel like a very bad pet owner compared to Allyson and Polgara and Kristen.
you do know that Kristen doesn't acutally HAVE any pets, right?
Scrappy - Dec 26, 2005 11:55:59 am PST #5111 of 10002
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
It's almost two and I got five hours sleep last night--it's not too early to take a bath and get into my pajamas, just to slounge around the house, is it? I mean, I have been up almost eight hours.
Cass - Dec 26, 2005 11:58:07 am PST #5112 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.
you do know that Kristen doesn't acutally HAVE any pets, right?Oh. Well then I am a better pet owner than Kristen then at least. I am going for the small miracles today.
Do we think that grocery stores will be busy today? I am loathe to deal with teh public.
Robin, take a bath, put on jammies and slounge to your heart's content. I decree it.
Lee - Dec 26, 2005 12:01:01 pm PST #5113 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
you do know that Kristen doesn't acutally HAVE any pets, right
Oops. I meant pet sitter, or something.
Look, over there-- something shiny!
Cass - Dec 26, 2005 12:37:18 pm PST #5114 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.
Look, over there-- something shiny!t goes to threadsuck
I don't know if this has been linked to yet, but car buffs might want to check it out: [link] A nyt article on the Bugatti Veyron 16.4, "the fastest, most powerful and - no surprise - most expensive production car in the world..."Whoa... That's the shiniest!
I would pay someone $100 to clean my house right now. I really would.
beth b - Dec 26, 2005 12:40:54 pm PST #5115 of 10002
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
my neighbor Just took care of my roots and now she is cutting Matt's hair. I am at the sitting around with dye on my head stage...
tommyrot - Dec 26, 2005 12:46:15 pm PST #5116 of 10002
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Oh my - this is so cool:
NEW YORK - Everyone loves to be loved and needs to be needed.
That, at least, is the tagline of a bizarre new line of plush robotic dolls called the Needies. Clingy, jealous, and possessive, Needies want nothing short of your undying love and attention--and they're prepared to fight one another to get it.
Pick one up and give him a squeeze, and he'll reward you with fond words, flattery or a special Needie song. But soon his Needie siblings will start to complain.
"Is it my turn yet?" one might sullenly whine.
"Me! Me! Me!" another may shriek.
"Throw him," a particularly desperate Needie might even command. "THROW HIM!"
Each Needie, you see, has a microcontroller hidden inside his soft, stuffed belly that not only registers when he is touched but also broadcasts that information to the other dolls. As long as you spread your love evenly among the three Needies (named Brettie, Dannie and Mossie after their designers), they remain more or less content. But the minute one Needie perceives an imbalance of attention, he'll start to give you an earful.
"Dannie's getting touched!" whines Mossie. "Oh, filthy."
"Shut up, Mossie," Dannie snaps back.
Sadly, they haven't found a company to make the dolls yet....
§ ita § - Dec 26, 2005 12:49:18 pm PST #5117 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
they haven't found a company to make the dolls yet....
Didn't god already make them and call them cats/dogs/insert-pet-you-don't-grok-here?
Another great photomanip contest from Worth1000.