Tara: Do you have any books on robots? Giles: Oh, yes, dozens. There's a lot of research to be done in order to--no, I'm lying. Haven't got squat. I just like watching Xander squirm.

'Get It Done'


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 - Aug 02, 2006 8:17:57 am PDT #9944 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Like Gud said above, if you think of it as an object lesson, not a true story, that helps a lot.

I just spent way too long talking and thinking about the Baha'i. They just seem so sensible and nice!


tommyrot - Aug 02, 2006 8:18:25 am PDT #9945 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.

Job doesn't bother me so much, but Abraham getting ready to sacrifice his son really gets up my nose.

Well, he was probably pretty scared after God said, "You can do what you want Abe, but the next time you see me comin' you better run."


Trudy Booth - Aug 02, 2006 8:18:41 am PDT #9946 of 10002
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart

I'm afraid if I were being hit with a variety of calamities that seemed like directed divine acts rather than simple misfortune, I'd be looking into working for the competition and seeing if they needed an extra hand for scrubbing down Dagon's altar or somesuch.

I haven't read it in a while, but iirc, part of the story is that Job is the most faithful guy EVAH. His being picked is something of a compliment.


tommyrot - Aug 02, 2006 8:19:41 am PDT #9947 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.

but iirc, part of the story is that Job is the most faithful guy EVAH. His being picked is something of a compliment.

Yeah, wasn't God bragging, "Job's my bestest fan!" or somesuch?


Jesse - Aug 02, 2006 8:24:21 am PDT #9948 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

"Dude, check how much Job looooves me! I can shit all over him and he'll still be into me!"


Kathy A - Aug 02, 2006 8:25:23 am PDT #9949 of 10002
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil

Some excellent cat stacking.

Also, too damn cute! Sproing!


Frankenbuddha - Aug 02, 2006 8:25:45 am PDT #9950 of 10002
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"

Camus's Sysyphus was ultimately happy with his burden, right?

Yes, and I love that essay. I just can't fit Job into that particular world view. I think it's the physical ailments and suffering, on top of the loss of loved ones, that won't let me go there. Job's more like the poor guy (Prometheus? Narcissus?) who has to get eaten by the bird every day (or, heh, Lindsay/Gunn's fate for a time in the last season of ANGEL).


Allyson - Aug 02, 2006 8:26:11 am PDT #9951 of 10002
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica

I always felt sorry for Job - he had to put up with all this crap just so God could prove a point to Satan. Like, God should totally not give a fuck what Satan thinks and just not be so mean to Job....

This whole conversation is going to end up in bibledom_wank.

I couldn't really eat yesterday, and felt mild vertigo throughout, and now am home sick, stuffy nose, scratchy throat. I feel like a total jackhole because I couldn't really sleep last night and then fell asleep with the phone in my hand, so I didn't call in til 9:30.


Nutty - Aug 02, 2006 8:26:57 am PDT #9952 of 10002
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."

Prometheus.

Narcissus is the one who stared into his own reflection, rapt, till he withered and died. Which is where the term "narcissism" comes from.


sarameg - Aug 02, 2006 8:27:50 am PDT #9953 of 10002

Prometheus. Liver, I think.

Being the gruesome child I could be, I once illustrated that with great glee for a book report in elementary school.