I need to start working on an outreach ad for the Chruch.
"Now with 25% more cookies at the coffee hour after the service!"
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 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.
Sparky1 - Feb 07, 2006 5:52:02 pm PST #5610 of 10002
Librarian Warlord
Jesse - Feb 07, 2006 5:53:05 pm PST #5611 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Oh dear, Gud. You should talk to my friend who's writing her thesis on outreach by religious congregations. Except she's only barely decided that's what she's going to do, so maybe she won't be so helpful yet.
Or Jesse, you could flee the country. That's my plan.
Damn student financials and schedule.
erikaj - Feb 07, 2006 6:18:22 pm PST #5612 of 10002
"already on the kiss-cam with Karl Marx"-
I would talk about the end of House, but my whitefont never ends up white.ETA: And it still hasn't. Bugger. What is hard about that?! Later: Fucking Nell can finally fricking whitefont like a tree in the wind. Yay, only took three and a half years.
Wilson finds House up on the roof looking moody even for him. He says he sent Sela Ward back to her husband because her husband would do whatever it took.
Wilson calls bullshit and tells House that despite the admiration he has for himself, he doesn't like himself and stop thinking misery makes you anything but miserable.
§ ita § - Feb 07, 2006 8:08:32 pm PST #5613 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I fought today. I figured my head was already hurting, but not migrainey, so I didn't have that much to lose.
Mostly I note this because I trained and I fought and unlike yesterday had a semblance of a life. Gotta take it where I can get it.
Lee - Feb 07, 2006 8:09:54 pm PST #5614 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Yay for semblances. Are you still unmigrainey?
§ ita § - Feb 07, 2006 8:11:38 pm PST #5615 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I'm pre-migrainey (as I am 9 hours out of ten) with a sinus headache.
Lee - Feb 07, 2006 8:13:36 pm PST #5616 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Well, that's at least better than migrainey, for right now, right?
§ ita § - Feb 07, 2006 8:21:29 pm PST #5617 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Oh, it sure beats the alternative.
beth b - Feb 07, 2006 8:38:00 pm PST #5618 of 10002
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
trained fish
no really, trained goldfish. My sister sent this to me - and she was worried about trainning her dogs to stop jumping on people.
Beverly - Feb 07, 2006 8:40:59 pm PST #5619 of 10002
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
I am pitifully at the mercy of the firewalls and blockers on this machine. Could I ask a hyoooge favor of someone? Can anyone copy the text on the Proulx essay and email it, as an attachment, to my profile addy? I offer chocolate, cookies, or the reward of your preference in repayment for this favor.