Mal: If anyone gets nosy, just, you know... shoot 'em. Zoe: Shoot 'em? Mal: Politely.

'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.


DebetEsse - Jan 15, 2006 7:03:25 am PST #83 of 10002
Woe to the fucking wicked.

Cats don't need portkeys. They apparate.


§ ita § - Jan 15, 2006 7:06:16 am PST #84 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

How can you apparate without opposable thumbs? They need wands for that.


DebetEsse - Jan 15, 2006 7:15:55 am PST #85 of 10002
Woe to the fucking wicked.

t decides not to tell anyone that she grabbed her copy of HBP to see if her memory of apparation lessons was correct

I think it's a wand-less spell, so cats could totally do it.


Lee - Jan 15, 2006 7:16:53 am PST #86 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Also, Perkins is too dumb to apparate. He'd be leaving bits of himself all over the apartment.


Aims - Jan 15, 2006 7:17:30 am PST #87 of 10002
Shit's all sorts of different now.

MiracleFoam

I keep reading this and thinking that MM should try to collect royalties or something.


Aims - Jan 15, 2006 7:18:18 am PST #88 of 10002
Shit's all sorts of different now.

Yeah, you don't need a wand. Dobby can apparate and being a house-elf can't have wand.


Lee - Jan 15, 2006 7:43:18 am PST #89 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

I should probably do something today, huh?


Spidra Webster - Jan 15, 2006 7:44:37 am PST #90 of 10002
I wish I could just go somewhere to get flensed but none of the whaling ships near me take Medicare.

I'm glad someone else is asking that question. I spent yesterday hibernating. I'm trying not to do the same today. Although the Cheap Suits gig tonight will get me out of the house at least once.


P.M. Marc - Jan 15, 2006 8:26:57 am PST #91 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

You know, I'm going to have to kill Shiva.

Baby equipment, especially PARTS OF MY BREAST PUMP, are not toys. She managed to sneak into the top of the bag this morning and pull out one of the hoses. Now to find if she's actually damaged it, or if we caught her quickly enough. Between this and the "Ooo! Must devour pacifier!" thing, the little beast is toast.


Jesse - Jan 15, 2006 8:45:06 am PST #92 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

To a cat, everything is a toy.

I have to run some serious errands today, but have zero motivation to go back out into the cold and wind. Zero. Argh.