You got all kinds of learnin' and you made me look the fool without tryin', and yet here I am with a gun to your head. That's 'cause I got people with me. People who trust each other, who do for each other, and ain't always lookin' for the advantage.

Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'


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.


P.M. Marc - Feb 10, 2006 4:30:33 pm PST #6404 of 10002
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear

I'm about. If someone hasn't already reset him.


P.M. Marc - Feb 10, 2006 4:35:34 pm PST #6405 of 10002
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear

Okay, I've rebooted the Tim.


Allyson - Feb 10, 2006 4:38:37 pm PST #6406 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

He's got it. I got the fwd. Will save for future senile dementia problems.


DXMachina - Feb 10, 2006 4:41:53 pm PST #6407 of 10002
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.

Okay, I would've loved to have been in the meeting where the Italian Olympic Committee decided that the Doobie Brothers would be the perfect music for the Parade of Nations.


Kristen - Feb 10, 2006 4:41:59 pm PST #6408 of 10002

Will save for future senile dementia problems.

Do you have a special folder just for that?


Allyson - Feb 10, 2006 4:43:02 pm PST #6409 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

It's called, "Tim's Stuff."

No. Seriously.


§ ita § - Feb 10, 2006 4:43:25 pm PST #6410 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

We're not mods. We're admins. You wouldn't like us when we're moddy.

God, I love black boots. Like a million. And boots you don't have to go into a store for are the most delicious sort.

The biofeedback unhinged my brain and I don't think he reattached it before my drive home. Wasn't my most careful driving ever. He had me modifying my Thetans waves and detaching myself from the pain. I think I did well, but I'm not sure how to do it in the comfort of my own home. Without the little moving bar charts.


Allyson - Feb 10, 2006 4:44:15 pm PST #6411 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

Stomp this, ita.


ChiKat - Feb 10, 2006 4:51:05 pm PST #6412 of 10002
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?

Almost 9. Finally going home from work. Seriously, this is insane. I worked 75-ish hours last week. I will hit that again this week.

I need sleep. And sushi. I will get the sushi on my way home. Watch some Sci-Fi Friday and then sleep.


libkitty - Feb 10, 2006 4:52:57 pm PST #6413 of 10002
Embrace the idea that we are the leaders we've been looking for. Grace Lee Boggs

I finally caught up with Natter, but I forgot everything I meant to say along the way. I should have been cutting and pasting a meara as I went. Bad me.

Ooh! I remembered one thing:

According to Zillow, there are no houses on my street. They have the map, with the street. Even the teeny side street. But no houses. Oh, well. I know that they're all way-the-heck too expensive for me to buy anyway. Sigh.