This is the day that never ends.
Mal: Which one you figure tracked us? Zoe: The ugly one, sir. Mal: Could you be more specific?
'Out Of Gas'
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.
shrift - Mar 13, 2006 11:07:27 am PST #3683 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
Aims - Mar 13, 2006 11:09:36 am PST #3684 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
It just goes on and on, my friends.
shrift - Mar 13, 2006 11:15:23 am PST #3685 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
That's what I was afraid of.
Dana - Mar 13, 2006 11:16:44 am PST #3686 of 10001
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.
I e-mailed you.
Synopsis: Oh, no, Rodney!
I am awaiting the delivery of our new computer chair. It is supposed to arrive...sixteen minutes ago.
shrift - Mar 13, 2006 11:19:04 am PST #3687 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
I e-mailed you.
Oh thank god.
Synopsis: Oh, no, Rodney!
I KNOW. Ahem.
§ ita § - Mar 13, 2006 11:52:19 am PST #3688 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
There's IMDB for you, with the lack of context.
shrift - Mar 13, 2006 11:58:17 am PST #3689 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
Saying "context, schmontext!" kind of hurts my jaw.
Dana - Mar 13, 2006 12:08:03 pm PST #3690 of 10001
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.
My new computer chair is now supposed to be here an hour and seven minutes ago. Why is it absolutely impossible for delivery companies to deliver anything on time?
tommyrot - Mar 13, 2006 12:15:04 pm PST #3691 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Why is it absolutely impossible for delivery companies to deliver anything on time?
Crack-break sometimes runs long?
§ ita § - Mar 13, 2006 12:17:59 pm PST #3692 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I was taken to lunch by a co-worker today and shown his photo albums of a big trip he took last year. He wanted to see my Kenya photos, but those are all online and I don't want to give him my Flickr information.
His stuff had been electronic, and he used mypublisher.com to print out some really slick glossy-paged albums. I'm not sure my pictures are as important as all that, but it's kinda weird not having any hard copy.
I like photographs existing. It's part of why I need to replace my Polaroid camera. I wonder how long that technology will remain available to the end user.