I know how much you love Firefly fans.
Well, it's less the show than the fannishness, to be ever-so-slightly-fair. At this point I hate Farscape fans much more, and I actually liked that show.
If they use words like "gorram" on your boards, immediately ban.
I should ask Glark if he can still do those auto-replace things. And set it so "Gorram," "frakking," and "frelling" would all be replaced with "marvelous."
I will take a short break from making it All About Me and say: speaking of sending things to ita... hey, do optical-illusion-y things trigger your migraines? Or trigger anything else unpleasant, for that matter? 'Cause there was a cute thing, but it was kinda eye-bendy, so I wavered.
And now back to How Tim Makes My Life So Hard, AKA "Strega whines about everything."
This is a
good
topic. I encourage everyone to play.
do optical-illusion-y things trigger your migraines? Or trigger anything else unpleasant, for that matter?
No, they do not. As long as they don't move and make noise, that is.
Cool.
Well... it moves a little. Sort of. That's the illusion-y part. It looks as if it is moving. But it is definitely totally silent. And odorless!
speaking of sending things to ita... hey, do optical-illusion-y things trigger your migraines? Or trigger anything else unpleasant, for that matter?
Okay, after Natter and the bodyshave commercial dude...
While we're continuing to not talk about the thing we've never talked about, does anyone have any insight to offer, on why I've been listening to The Cure?
Your parents don't understand you?
See, that's what Scott said. Well, he said that I'm rebelling against my sheltered, middle-class suburban upbringing, but he meant it the same way.
Maybe I can blame your tag, Cass. I mean, your tag is The Sundays, but it brings me back to the general era. Ah well, at least I don't have to turn The Cure off when the children are around, the way I do when I get stuck in a Violent Femmes groove (who could do with a little frak).
The Cure are sort of nice in the winter. You can indulge in all the moroseness that you stifle because you're supposed to be cheery for the holidays, maybe?
You should listen to Kenickie! So I can share my exciting new obsession... with a band from the late 90s.
Shuddup.
Great, now I've got Jeff Conaway in my head.
Though, at least, it's Grease-era Jeff and not stoned-on-benadryl Jeff.