Mal: Does she understand that? River: She understands. She doesn't comprehend.

'Objects In Space'


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.


Consuela - Jan 01, 2006 5:31:57 pm PST #6690 of 10002
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix

You know, upon surfing, it appears that someone is making a Really Truly Horrible syndicated version of The Three Musketeers, starring Bruce Boxleitner in the Worst Goatee Ever.

Wow.

It's called Young Blades. And really, apallingly bad.


§ ita § - Jan 01, 2006 5:40:07 pm PST #6691 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

That's where Karen Cliche went when Mutant X died, wasn't it?

So far, the scariest thing in MHB is the principal of the school that got to skip a round in the competition. The fact that too many of those kids can dance better than me is just sad, not scary.


Consuela - Jan 01, 2006 5:49:30 pm PST #6692 of 10002
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix

Juliana and Hecubus will be amused by the fact that my surfing has resulted in me watching "Vertical Limit" with the television on mute. I can't help myself!


Nutty - Jan 01, 2006 6:10:30 pm PST #6693 of 10002
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."

Are you snarking hard?

a Really Truly Horrible syndicated version of The Three Musketeers, starring Bruce Boxleitner

I think I saw a glimpe of that, some months ago, on a completely counterintuitive channel like PAX. I saw the floppy shirts and the WB-teen-drama rejects and changed the channel to a nice rerun of Mansquito.

Nothing else to report. Extremely affectionate cat currently perched in lap, after a sojourn on either shoulder, and then a further sojourn balanced precariously across the back of my neck.


Lee - Jan 01, 2006 6:20:03 pm PST #6694 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Juliana and Hecubus will be amused by the fact that my surfing has resulted in me watching "Vertical Limit" with the television on mute. I can't help myself!

I'm amused too!


Spidra Webster - Jan 01, 2006 6:23:13 pm PST #6695 of 10002
I wish I could just go somewhere to get flensed but none of the whaling ships near me take Medicare.

I'm bummed I missed the Bay Area roundup. I'm glad juliana had a good welcoming-in, though.

I tuned into KPFA in the middle of this program. As I listened, I couldn't believe it. I began to question whether it was straight and after 8 min. of it realized it couldn't possibly be. It's a very bizarre fake documentary about a poet from Cork who performed under the name "The Silver-Tongued Devil". He rose to fantastic fame then disappeared. It is really weird.


Spidra Webster - Jan 01, 2006 6:25:55 pm PST #6696 of 10002
I wish I could just go somewhere to get flensed but none of the whaling ships near me take Medicare.

Ah. Google has found it for me. [link]


tommyrot - Jan 01, 2006 6:42:54 pm PST #6697 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.

I'm doing online eye research. It seems to me that a Doctor's Power and Awesomeness must be directly proportional to the number of syllables in his speciality. One site suggested seeing a Vitreoretinal Ophthalmologist. Damn, that's 11 syllables!


Lee - Jan 01, 2006 6:56:35 pm PST #6698 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Quiet night around here. Where are people?


Spidra Webster - Jan 01, 2006 7:00:56 pm PST #6699 of 10002
I wish I could just go somewhere to get flensed but none of the whaling ships near me take Medicare.

Polishing off booze left over from NYE, I imagine.

I haven't broken into my leftover bottle of lambic yet. Baked some chocolate chip cookies that were just the right consistency. Finished washing dishes. Drinking some hot cocoa. Trying to goose myself into cleaning up some of the construction flotsam in the kitchen. Spent more time cleaning up flood damage today.

How 'bout you, Perkins?