There was so much drama at Gawker over the weekend! [link]
Spike: Heard what happened up top, offing your dad and all. Don't know if you know this, but, uh…I killed my mum. Actually, I'd already killed her, and then she tried to shag me, so I had to-- Wesley: Thank you. I'm…very comforted.
'Lineage'
Natter 45: Smooth as Billy Dee Williams.
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.
Jesse - Jul 05, 2006 6:04:18 am PDT #5435 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
brenda m - Jul 05, 2006 6:07:48 am PDT #5436 of 10002
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
Oh, this is brilliant: More Beer for the Robots! (And if the credits are to be believed, that actually Al himself.)
erikaj - Jul 05, 2006 6:12:16 am PDT #5437 of 10002
"already on the kiss-cam with Karl Marx"-
(suddenly picturing Frank Pembleton at the train station hissing "Don't you die on me, you son of a bitch..." to the white supremacist.) Is it wrong if I hope it hurt a lot?
sumi - Jul 05, 2006 6:45:47 am PDT #5438 of 10002
Art Crawl!!!
Hmmm, so it was a heart attack?
I got a breaking news alert from Yahoo and I thought "suicide". But for that he'd have to have some idea that he'd done wrong or was somehow to blame for his (lack) of future.
Lee - Jul 05, 2006 7:04:31 am PDT #5439 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Lee, still have a question?
Yep. What do you do with your syringes? It's been suggested that maybe I shouldn't put them into the general trash bin.
§ ita § - Jul 05, 2006 7:11:03 am PDT #5440 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
If you keep chatting for upwards of an hour, it’s well within his rights to forget about your boyfriend/girlfriend—because it appears that you have, too.
I didn't know being in a relationship gave you a time limit. The section heading says flirtatious conversation, which confuses me. That's a LOT of flirting.
Sophia Brooks - Jul 05, 2006 7:16:14 am PDT #5441 of 10002
Cats to become a rabbit should gather immediately now here
I was digging in my purse for lunch money and I just found a strawberry. Now my lunch money is sticky.
Typo Boy - Jul 05, 2006 7:20:26 am PDT #5442 of 10002
Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.
So what other slogans could a crematin service use? Maybe, "Make sure your loved ones really Rest In Peace," with a picture of a zombie on which a red circle with a line through it is superimposed... and/or a vampire.
Or maybe, "Go green. Go ash," or something environmental-ish....
"Rest lightly on the land"
Jessica - Jul 05, 2006 7:25:03 am PDT #5443 of 10002
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
There's a lot of weirdness in that guide. Like this:
How do you respond if you’re straight and a gay person asks you out?
Laugh and say, “I don’t think my girlfriend/boyfriend would approve.” It won’t become awkward unless you become patronizing.
How is their suggestion less awkward and patronizing than simply saying "No thank you, I'm straight"?
Katie M - Jul 05, 2006 7:25:55 am PDT #5444 of 10002
I was charmed (albeit somewhat perplexed) by the fannish sensibility of many of the music choices -- it's like the director was trying to vid Canada. --loligo on the Olympic Opening Ceremonies
Argh:
Who pays the bill on a date?
The asker pays, unless the woman does the asking—then the man should pay. If the check’s on the table and her suitor hasn’t moved for it, a woman should allow him a one-bathroom-trip grace period. If it’s still there when she comes back, she should split the bill but is entirely free to silently ruminate about what a cheap jerk he is. (For same-sex couples, the asker really does pay.)
Oddly enough, when I offer to pay and a guy lets me, what I think is that the guy assumes I have a bank account and want to pay, not that he's a cheapskate. Sigh. (I mean, I don't mind being paid for, either, though I wouldn't want to always be the treated one. But this kind of crap just makes men more stressy, I think.)