I love a good gay whale crosspost. ::nods approvingly::
Wesley: Feng Shui. Gunn: Right. What's that mean again? Wesley: That people will believe anything. Actually, in this place, Feng Shui will probably have enormous significance. I'll align my furniture the wrong way and suddenly catch fire or turn into a pudding.
'Conviction (1)'
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.
Theodosia - Feb 21, 2006 5:05:56 am PST #8409 of 10002
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
amych - Feb 21, 2006 5:07:23 am PST #8410 of 10002
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
I love a good gay whale crosspost.
I love that I'm not the only one who went straight to the interspecies bowm chicka bowm.
tommyrot - Feb 21, 2006 5:09:15 am PST #8411 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.
I love a good gay whale crosspost
Title of next Natter thread?
Jessica - Feb 21, 2006 5:15:35 am PST #8412 of 10002
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
I just want ONE TIME, to go to commercial with Jack heading out of the room, (maybe saying "I gotta go"), and then see him coming out of the bathroom.
No one eats either. Is CTU the only company on earth that doesn't order pizza for its employees the minute they know it's going to be an all-nighter?
I'm getting a little tired of President Lameass. At least when Palmer was fucking up and letting terrorists get away with shit, he looked competent.
I'm also not sure why Jack couldn't just call in and say "hey, sorry about Curtis and the whole running away thing, but I've CAPTURED A TERRORIST AND HAVE A GOOD LEAD ON THE LOCATION OF THE NERVE GAS." I mean, Samwise still wouldn't be happy with him, but the President just wants results.
Theodosia - Feb 21, 2006 5:19:55 am PST #8413 of 10002
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
Jessica, I think Jack was using his little free time to go to the bathroom and/or find some snacks -- clearly calling The Hobbit was a low third on the totem pole.
Ginger - Feb 21, 2006 5:23:23 am PST #8414 of 10002
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
I was about to note the no-eating thing. I'm willing to believe that everyone goes to the bathroom when I do, during the commercials. I have worked well into the night, and occasionally for 24 hours, and the result is always a toxic waste dump of coffee cups, Coke cans, pizza boxes and junk food wrappers.
§ ita § - Feb 21, 2006 5:23:51 am PST #8415 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Who plays Erwich? Is that Badger?
I caught from the First Lady getting into the limo, and was mightily confused. I mean, it looked like the good guys were doing a bad thing. And that never happens.
Part of me was hoping that the First Lady would turn out to be a baddie somehow, but I guess that's off the table.
Thanks!
brenda m - Feb 21, 2006 5:27:56 am PST #8416 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
I love a good gay whale crosspost
Hee. Got my vote.
sj - Feb 21, 2006 5:29:14 am PST #8417 of 10002
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Happy Birthday, Katie!!!
bon bon - Feb 21, 2006 5:30:09 am PST #8418 of 10002
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
BTW, I hear that Geraint Wynn Davies, aka Nick Knight is the baddie this season?
Too late! He's been replaced by the more-alive Julian Sands.
I got the midseason blahs right now with 24. Not loving the short arcs.