Some excellent cat stacking.
Also, too damn cute! Sproing!
I have finesse! I have finesse coming out of my bottom!
Anya ,'Showtime'
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.
Kathy A - Aug 02, 2006 8:25:23 am PDT #9949 of 10002
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil
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.
tommyrot - Aug 02, 2006 8:27:54 am PDT #9954 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 excellent cat stacking.
Did those cats stack themselves?
Trudy Booth - Aug 02, 2006 8:28:10 am PDT #9955 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
Job doesn't bother me so much, but Abraham getting ready to sacrifice his son really gets up my nose.
Well, yes.
But its more than just his son he's willing to give up, its his ONLY son. Abraham with a barren wife was promised he'd be the father of a great nation and ::boom:: God gave him a son. Then God goes and says "Give him back". Abraham being willing to sacrifice his son yet still believe that he will Father a great nation shows that he trusts God no matter what crazy-ass thing God says.
I've also heard commentary that it was an object lesson. Other neighborhood gods would have actually demanded a human sacrifice but God would not -- which he made clear in a very memorable way.
Jesse - Aug 02, 2006 8:29:13 am PDT #9956 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Allyson, I think calling in to work late looks like you tried really hard to make it in, but it's just not going to work.
Also, everything on the front page of Cute Overload is killing me dead with cuteness! Who's a widdle cutie? Who is??
Aims - Aug 02, 2006 8:30:16 am PDT #9957 of 10002
Shit's all sorts of different now.
I am!! I am!!
Nutty - Aug 02, 2006 8:30:56 am PDT #9958 of 10002
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."
That's all well and good, but it's the jerking around that kind of gets up my nose. In a civil lawsuit, it would be called "pain and suffering," and worth at least an extra million.
(I don't like practical jokes among the mortal, much, so immortals pulling my leg -- let's just say they better not.)