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.


Spidra Webster - Mar 28, 2006 1:51:54 pm PST #6876 of 10001
I wish I could just go somewhere to get flensed but none of the whaling ships near me take Medicare.

That's great you work in a place that even *acknowledges* that day. Congrats!


Hil R. - Mar 28, 2006 2:02:32 pm PST #6877 of 10001
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l

A bit of googling isn't getting me any cites for the bouquet toss representing virginity. The two most common internet explanations seem to be: it used to be considered good luck for the bride's friends to take home pieces of the wedding dress as keepsakes, and then, in the interest of saving the dress, it gradually became the flowers rather than the dress; or that it was originally just a garter toss, and then that started to seem too unseemly, so it switched to throwing flowers, and then switched to the bride rather than the groom throwing them, and then people gradually started bringing back the garter toss and doing both.

I don't think I've ever been at a wedding that had a garter toss. I know I've never been at one where the garter was put on the leg of the person who caught the bouquet.


Lee - Mar 28, 2006 2:23:56 pm PST #6878 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Looks like I will be sent on a cruise in May, FOR WORK! not firm on details yet.

I need a job like that!

Me too! Of course, right now I'd settle for a place where trying to use the software the way it was intended to be used didn't kill your system for an hour.


Scrappy - Mar 28, 2006 2:33:03 pm PST #6879 of 10001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

Perkins, you are so HIGH MAINTENANCE, geez.


Lee - Mar 28, 2006 2:35:37 pm PST #6880 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

I would try not to be, but how else am I going to get the smelly IT guy to come visit me?


msbelle - Mar 28, 2006 2:52:13 pm PST #6881 of 10001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb

FYI, I will be working on the cruise. Training people and doing customer service with real passengers. If it actually happens, I hope that it will be a little relaxing, but as I've thought more about it, I fear it will be a business trip on a boat and that will be not great.


sarameg - Mar 28, 2006 3:10:33 pm PST #6882 of 10001

So you guys would be doing what I think you do for cruise packages? That's kinda clever. You should totally do one for those specialty/event cruises (I'm thinking of one a former coworker is a speaker for coming up. It's a solar eclipse cruise in the Med, I think.)


Jesse - Mar 28, 2006 3:31:38 pm PST #6883 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

In TV-watching news, this weekend is a free Showtime weekend, and also has the TV-premiere of the refurbished (and soon to be out on DVD) Liza with a Z, so I'm setting my VCR for Saturday night!

Ooh, thank you for mentioning this! I got a postcard in the mail like three weeks ago, and no way I'd remember all that time.


Jesse - Mar 28, 2006 3:39:45 pm PST #6884 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

I just got a new-favorite Nigerian scam email. It's about a Russian businessman who lived in Nigeria and was a very good Christian, glory be to god, amen. The guy writing the letter packed up the fortune into trunks, and was going to keep it until he saw some televangelist, so now he wants to do the right thing and give the money to a good Christian like me. ISTG.


Lee - Mar 28, 2006 3:44:56 pm PST #6885 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

It's almost time to go, and I even have a very good excuse for going to Target on the way home (the oh so cool and on sale telephone/answering machine I bought didn't actually include the rechargeable batteries it was supposed to).

Yay.