Worms. I hate worms.
I hope to god that wasn't in response to Tom's hot fudge sundae musings.
Willow: You know what they say. The bigger they are... Anya: The faster they stomp you into nothin'.
'The Killer In Me'
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.
brenda m - Jan 12, 2006 10:53:34 am PST #9500 of 10002
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
billytea - Jan 12, 2006 10:56:16 am PST #9501 of 10002
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
eta: freaky death-by-birds x-post.
When the Maoris arrived in New Zealand, there was an eagle living there (Haast's eagle) which was big enough to hunt children, and quite possibly adults too.
I get asked for ID all the time. In fact, there are certain stores here, Hustler, for example, where the store policy is ID must be shown with every credit card purchase.
My visit to the Hustler superstore with ND and DebetEsse is my favourite LA story.
Frankenbuddha - Jan 12, 2006 10:57:08 am PST #9502 of 10002
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
I hope to god that wasn't in response to Tom's hot fudge sundae musings.
Or ita's nerve block, for that matter.
sarameg - Jan 12, 2006 10:59:56 am PST #9503 of 10002
Neither. Just a policy thing that I thought had died its death 5 years ago but has since come up again.
§ ita § - Jan 12, 2006 11:02:31 am PST #9504 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
whyfor the nerve block?
You know, the pain. They're going to hit up the occipital nerve. Right before the brown belt test...
tommyrot - Jan 12, 2006 11:05:22 am PST #9505 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.
<runs out into the inexplicable sunshine>
It's freakishly warm here. 55 degrees.
And for the record, that is Chicago, in early January.
§ ita § - Jan 12, 2006 11:06:33 am PST #9506 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
My kind of convergence. I'd also like a GPS with audio directions in my phone, as well as a parking meter timer.
Emily - Jan 12, 2006 11:07:50 am PST #9507 of 10002
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola
French fries. Salt and vinegar chips. French bread, oozing with melted butter. Cheddar cheese and crackers. Pepperoni pizza.
Okay. Done. I think my longing for food has entirely distracted me from all the sex I'm not having!
tommyrot - Jan 12, 2006 11:23:08 am PST #9508 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.
Random Garfield generator: [link]
It just selects three Garfield cells at random and puts them together. Oddly appealing.
Allyson - Jan 12, 2006 11:25:15 am PST #9509 of 10002
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica
LJ keeps emailing me a random reply ita made to me in her LJ like, a month ago. It really wants me to know that she likes one of my Brokeback icons.