Jayne: Here's a little concept I been workin' on. Why don't we shoot her first? Wash: It is her turn.

'Serenity'


Natter 42, the Universe, and Everything  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, flaming otters, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


Jessica - Jan 26, 2006 5:41:01 pm PST #2886 of 10002
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset

It wasn't the pot that was the mistake, it was that he skipped his Brown interview. Which wasn't so much because he was high, more that he got high because he was freaking out about the interview.

(Also, the fact that he's buying his pot from his best friend's girlfriend's little sister, which is just not a good idea.)


brenda m - Jan 26, 2006 5:45:09 pm PST #2887 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

Short version of the fire story:

When it took over the house, they all ran down the stairs. B's dad opened the front door, but the influx of oxygen made the entire first floor erupt. He (the dad) got out, but the rest of them had to run back upstairs. The second floor bathroom window had a little roof thing over it, so they ran up to the third floor window and jumped down. B jumped - he's not sure if his burns came from breaking out that window or from the first floor flare-up.) His mom and little brother climbed out on to the little roof bit - mom was in her nightgown, and took it off to use to lower little bro down to the ground. Then jumped down herself, naked, with a couple of broken bones but nothing worse.


Strix - Jan 26, 2006 5:46:01 pm PST #2888 of 10002
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

Go, Team Naked Mom!


brenda m - Jan 26, 2006 5:51:13 pm PST #2889 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

No shit, how much does she rock?


Jesse - Jan 26, 2006 5:51:20 pm PST #2890 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Jon, I'm so sorry. You and your family are in my thoughts.

And damn, Brenda.

Hey, can anyone who saw Bones tell me how Special Agent Tricia Finn looked?

I'm watching it right now, kind of. Who is she?

In really-last-day-working news, it's a good thing I got there by 10, instead of the noon I was planning. I worked all day until 6, but finally got the damn thing done and copied and labelled and out the door. I haven't had that particular feeling of accomplishment in years, and it felt good, I have to say.


brenda m - Jan 26, 2006 5:52:36 pm PST #2891 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

Good on you, Jesse.


Jesse - Jan 26, 2006 5:54:45 pm PST #2892 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

It's stupid how much better seeing something really for real done feels than just finishing the text part and emailing it off.


§ ita § - Jan 26, 2006 5:59:06 pm PST #2893 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Who is she?

Colin's girlfriend.

Jesse, that's a lovely feeling, isn't it?

Me, I'm working. Conference call with India. Hrrm.


Jesse - Jan 26, 2006 6:01:22 pm PST #2894 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Colin's girlfriend.

Huh. Pretty.

Also, I was just out with grad school friends, and left when I was having a good time and just after a hot guy made me salsa dance with him. I told everyone, "I really like being here, but not as much as I like going home early!"


§ ita § - Jan 26, 2006 6:11:21 pm PST #2895 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Colin does like the pretty. I have it recorded, but I'm so very TV backlogged. How was her performance?

I was going to chastise you for bolting after the hot guy, but I forgot your status.

Worky, worky worky.