megan Sorry, I missed the promos and misunderstood what you were refering to.
Mal: Then I call it a win. What's the problem? Inara: Should I start with the part where you're stranded in the middle of nowhere, or the part where you have no clothes?
'Trash'
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.
sj - Jul 20, 2006 6:37:57 am PDT #7661 of 10002
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
§ ita § - Jul 20, 2006 6:58:40 am PDT #7662 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Aiee. Can't remember either of my blogspot user id/password combos. Hell, I can't even remember what e-mail addresses I used to sign up.
I suspect I have the info at home, but, well, I'm not there.
Beverly - Jul 20, 2006 7:02:49 am PDT #7663 of 10002
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Ignoring the PR whitefont and going back for a moment to this:
If your brain is missing, then how are you thinking? IJS.
Little mice pushing buttons and pulling levers?
Remember in the first Men In Black, in the morgue, when they push on the dead guy's ear and there's a puff of air, and his head slides open and there's a little guy inside who's been operating the body like a vehicle?
Well, I used to--and sort of still do--think of people as those "little guys inside." It's why you look at somebody's eyes, to see if anybody's in there. As a child I always thought of "me" as a very tiny person inside my body, looking out through my eyes....
...just me then?
Scrappy - Jul 20, 2006 7:03:06 am PDT #7664 of 10002
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Hey, everyone, sorry I posted and ran last night. I just could not stay awake another second.
You may now go back to your PR deconstruction, already in progress.
amych - Jul 20, 2006 7:06:09 am PDT #7665 of 10002
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
...just me then?
Nah. You and Descartes.
(my guys inside are on a coffee break.)
tommyrot - Jul 20, 2006 7:09:24 am PDT #7666 of 10002
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Well, I used to--and sort of still do--think of people as those "little guys inside." It's why you look at somebody's eyes, to see if anybody's in there. As a child I always thought of "me" as a very tiny person inside my body, looking out through my eyes....
...just me then?
I used to imagine my brain had a little guy sitting on a chair, with a big display screen and complex control pannels in front of him. Sorta' like a miniature, one-person version of the bridge of the Starship Enterprise.
btw, the supposed "little person" inside your brain controlling everything (or at least controlling your conscous actions) is called the homunculus. The word is also applied to the largely discredited theory that there's a single point in your brain where your consciousness resides.
Hayden - Jul 20, 2006 7:11:33 am PDT #7667 of 10002
aka "The artist formerly known as Corwood Industries."
"I am in my body the way that most people drive their cars." - Laurie Anderson
tommyrot - Jul 20, 2006 7:12:02 am PDT #7668 of 10002
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Some photos of the Snakes on a Plane booth at Comic-Con. [link] Basically, their booth is a giant snake that you can walk into, with SoaP-related stuff inside.
amych - Jul 20, 2006 7:12:03 am PDT #7669 of 10002
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
Nah, the homunculus isn't the theory -- the homunculus is just the little guy, and the word pretty much means "little guy". Also used at around the time to refer to sperm. homunculus, homunculus, homunculus!
§ ita § - Jul 20, 2006 7:15:07 am PDT #7670 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Also used at around the time to refer to sperm.
Are you saying there's jizz in my head?
I never put me into a body in my body. Hmm. Too recursive for me. Who's in the homunculus's head, then?
I remember a friend talking about some wacky scientist or another who'd managed to move the centre of his consciousness into his navel. I'm still not sure I believe that's possible, but then again, I'm sense-bound. What if I were blind and deaf? Would I still be in my head?