'Just Rewards (2)'
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.
A police state has to start somewhere! They're easing us into it.
(My list would start with control over news sources, but that's because I am thinking old-fashioned, third-world coup d'etat, and not the slow strangulation of that etat. It's sort of refreshing, the old-fashioned kind, because at least it's not very debatable that it's happening. Walter Kronkite got arrested? Yep, that's a coup.)
Is Sprint on the list of companies contributing to the police state? I can't seem to get any info out of them by calling.
We know that every single item in a girl's handbag is absolutely essential (even that picture of Dr Kovak off ER), but Miss Army Kit is set to become the most indispensable must-have of the lot. That's because this fabulously feminine little multi-tool is crammed with essential implements for the style-conscious girl on the go - and it's barely bigger than your lip gloss!
Pink, chic and looking like something Penelope Pitstop might keep in her pocket, Miss Army Kit contains everything you need to solve everyday emergencies, including nail file, tweezers, needle and thread, mirror, torch, scissors, corkscrew, perfume bottle, pill box, mini knife, bottle opener, ruler and pen. Try carrying that lot around separately!
Hm... Swiss army goes gay!
I used to have a bright pink Swiss army knife. And then some bastard nicked it.
You know, if I made a list of what I thought constituted a police state I'd start with suspending habeas corpus and the constant surveillance of the citizenry.
Explain again why we haven't yet pooled our resources with Emmett's mom and collectively emigrated to, well, anyplace that would have us?
Mmmm, cupcakes: [link]
Even though it will surprise no one on this board, this very persuasive paragraph makes me laugh, hard: [link]
The best part about rewatching He-Man, after the initial nostalgia-burst, was tracking the show's hilarious accidental homo-eroticism—an aspect I missed completely as a first-grader. In the ever-growing lineup of "outed" classic superheroes, He-Man might be the easiest target of all. It's almost too easy: Prince Adam, He-Man's alter ego, is a ripped Nordic pageboy with blinding teeth and sharply waxed eyebrows who spends lazy afternoons pampering his timid pet cat; he wears lavender stretch pants, furry purple Ugg boots, and a sleeveless pink blouse that clings like saran wrap to his pecs. To become He-Man, Adam harnesses what he calls "fabulous secret powers": His clothes fall off, his voice drops a full octave, his skin turns from vanilla to nut brown, his giant sword starts gushing energy, and he adopts a name so absurdly masculine it's redundant. Next, he typically runs around seizing space-wands with glowing knobs and fabulously straddling giant rockets. He hangs out with people called Fisto and Ram Man, and they all exchange wink-wink nudge-nudge dialogue: "I'd like to hear more about this hooded seed-man of yours!" "I feel the bony finger of Skeletor!" "Your assistance is required on Snake Mountain!" Once you start thinking along these lines, it's impossible to stop.
Explain again why we haven't yet pooled our resources with Emmett's mom and collectively emigrated to, well, anyplace that would have us?
Because we already live in San Francisco? Because my records are too heavy to ship? Because I'm still resolutely American despite the current administration? Because it's hard to go to A's games if I live in Canada?
"I'd like to hear more about this hooded seed-man of yours!" "I feel the bony finger of Skeletor!" "Your assistance is required on Snake Mountain!"
OMG DEAD FROM LAUGHING