Death is your art. You make it with your hands day after day. That final gasp, that look of peace. And part of you is desperate to know: What's it like? Where does it lead you? And now you see, that's the secret. Not the punch you didn't throw or the kicks you didn't land. She really wanted it. Every Slayer has a death wish. Even you.

Spike ,'Conversations with Dead People'


Natter 43: I Love My Dead Gay Whale Crosspost.  

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


Calli - Mar 03, 2006 10:27:51 am PST #1250 of 10001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs

I'm not sure how a car could get there without going through either several concrete posts or several flights of stairs.

I know. I've been trying to visualize it. Maybe they came up between the Student Union and Davis Library. I could have sworn there used to be steel and concrete bike racks there, but maybe they got moved when the renovated some of the buildings.


Calli - Mar 03, 2006 10:27:57 am PST #1251 of 10001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs

Burrell - Mar 03, 2006 10:32:13 am PST #1252 of 10001
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!

Ugh. Parental whine:

Daycare called. Franny has some bug bites, and now they want me to take her home and have a doctor send a notice verifying that she doesn't have chicken pox. Grr. Okay, yes, I understand their POV so I'm doing it, but the doctor has already checked her and diagnosed it as bites. Now I need ANOTHER doctor to look at her? Annoying.

Also, this means I'll have her with me this afternoon and consequently won't get my grading done.


Spidra Webster - Mar 03, 2006 10:36:01 am PST #1253 of 10001
I wish I could just go somewhere to get flensed but none of the whaling ships near me take Medicare.

Can you have the first doctor's office fax the school a note to that effect?


lori - Mar 03, 2006 10:42:25 am PST #1254 of 10001

msbelle, EAT IT!! where IT = anything local and edible


Daisy Jane - Mar 03, 2006 10:43:36 am PST #1255 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

I never put it past state leges to pass stupid laws. I'm from Louisiana and I live in Texas.

Apparently my mind is idle and still in vacationland. My brain has decided-while refusing to do anything resembling work- that what it really really wants is 1) A study to see if the most popular kids in school have last names usually ending in the first 8 letters of the alphabet and 2) A musical about the UAE port issue with Michael Jackson as a villianous mastermind. My brain needs booze.


msbelle - Mar 03, 2006 10:51:02 am PST #1256 of 10001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb

am now eating. much better.


Lee - Mar 03, 2006 10:52:05 am PST #1257 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

yay.


msbelle - Mar 03, 2006 11:16:40 am PST #1258 of 10001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb

spam subject line: the cervix may legitimate


sarameg - Mar 03, 2006 11:31:42 am PST #1259 of 10001

I don't even want to know about the content of that spam.

So mail is slowly trickling in. Erratically. I get something from 45 minutes ago. Then something from 12 hours ago. Things sent seconds apart from the same person appear 4 hours apart. Not to mention my call software is getting nothing, while the mailing list it's on is still managing to distribute it to me. It's a little maddening.