Lindsey: Why--why did you... Lorne: One last job. You're not part of the solution, Lindsey. You never will be. Lindsey: You kill me? A flunky?! I'm not just...Angel...kills me. You...Angel... Lorne: Good night, folks.

'Not Fade Away'


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.


brenda m - Mar 28, 2006 8:26:08 am PST #6665 of 10001
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

At a friend's wedding, they had empty vases set up along the head table, so the bride's and bridesmaids' bouquets became the table centerpieces. It was really gorgeous.


Trudy Booth - Mar 28, 2006 8:26:52 am PST #6666 of 10001
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart

I never had any idea that the bouquet was linked to virginity. One lives, one learns.

A lot of the wedding stuff is sorta gross now. Virginity, transfer of property, fertility all over the place... and its weird how people will do some of it unthinkingly still (as opposed to re-defining).


juliana - Mar 28, 2006 8:27:15 am PST #6667 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…

Chocolate bread should not exist.

points finger

Heretic!

Seriously - when done right? It's all chocolate-y and not-sweet, just bready-chocolate goodness. Yum. I should make some.

I am also pro-quickie, but not to the exclusion of the take-your-time-y.


Ginger - Mar 28, 2006 8:27:28 am PST #6668 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

The Scandinavian name change wasn't really related to coming to America. The Olaf Olafson thing became unwieldy when the government had to keep permanent records for things like Army service, and people were required to pick a last name by the 1850s. It might have been a current last name, the name of an ancestor or just something they liked. This is why Swedish geneologists curse a lot.


kat perez - Mar 28, 2006 8:27:39 am PST #6669 of 10001
"We have trust issues." Mylar

I never had any idea that the bouquet was linked to virginity. One lives, one learns.

Me either. I just thought it was an evil plot put forth by the producers of America's Funniest Home Videos.

My next wedding I want to be a Vegas style affair, with singing Elvii and all the attendant cheesy rituals. It'll be a hoot. No cake smooshing, though. That's just nasty.


juliana - Mar 28, 2006 8:28:23 am PST #6670 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…

This is why Swedish geneologists curse a lot.

But in a very organized and polite manner, complete with lingonberries and meatballs.


§ ita § - Mar 28, 2006 8:28:43 am PST #6671 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

its weird how people will do some of it unthinkingly still.

Unthinkingly, or unknowingly? I can't see any way to know the bouquet symbolism (for instance) without being exposed to the facts. It's hardly intuitive.

Some of the other stuff is more obvious--the giving away, the kissing the bride.

Even the garter toss-doesn't bother me in the least. I didn't know what it symbolised--I just thought it was funny.


Rick - Mar 28, 2006 8:28:57 am PST #6672 of 10001

But not at Ellis Island: there was no "name choosing" there.

You had to list a family name. Most Scandinavians did not have a family name when they arrived. How did they get one if they did not choose it?


shrift - Mar 28, 2006 8:29:29 am PST #6673 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty

I'm realizing that I've never given notice at a real job. I don't know how it's done!


Jesse - Mar 28, 2006 8:31:05 am PST #6674 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

shrift: You write up a two-line letter to your boss that says you are resigning, effective on X date. Then you panic for a little while and finally walk it into your boss's office and tell them you're leaving. Then you feel an ENORMOUS FUCKING SENSE OF RELIEF. Then you have booze at lunch.