They're doing it backwards; walking up the down slide.
River ,'Ariel'
Natter 46: The FIGHTIN' 46
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.
Tom Scola - Aug 18, 2006 5:25:41 am PDT #3348 of 10001
Remember that the frontier of the Rebellion is everywhere. And even the smallest act of insurrection pushes our lines forward.
§ ita § - Aug 18, 2006 5:29:04 am PDT #3349 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Dear lord. I used to have a crush on Andrew Young when I was a wee bairn.
tommyrot - Aug 18, 2006 5:29:26 am PDT #3350 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
1970s decoration.
from the link:
examples of good decorating from the Practical Encyclopedia of Good Decorating and Home Improvement (1970)
Huh. I guess there was crack in the '70s....
Lee - Aug 18, 2006 5:31:24 am PDT #3351 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Wal-Mart Public Image Advisor Quits After Criticizing Jews, Koreans, Arabs…
That's just...sad, maybe. I used to like him a lot.
Dana - Aug 18, 2006 5:38:08 am PDT #3352 of 10001
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.
The Tony Award-winning composers of Avenue Q will pen new songs for an upcoming musical episode of the NBC series "Scrubs."
EEEEEE!
Fred Pete - Aug 18, 2006 5:38:57 am PDT #3353 of 10001
Ann, that's a ferret.
I guess there was crack in the '70s
A couple of good ideas, a couple of "creative" ideas, quite a few "nice for an accent, but not for the whole room" ideas, and far too many "My eyes! My eyes!"
I'd forgotten that 1970 loved color that much.
bon bon - Aug 18, 2006 6:08:01 am PDT #3354 of 10001
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
Hey, guys, I have a British grammar question. One of Bob's dissertation advisers, a nitpicky Englishperson, claimed that in Britain you can end a sentence containing a quoted sentence with two full stops, one inside the quotes and one outside. I can't remember seeing anything like this before in anything I've read, and every time I try to construct an example it looks stupid. Can anyone confirm or deny this two-period sentence punctuation?
Note that this adviser was hectoring Bob for his terrible punctuation simply because standard American punctuation is, apparently, stupid. "A little like an American lecturing the French on sauces."
Theodosia - Aug 18, 2006 6:11:01 am PDT #3355 of 10001
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
The Tony Award-winning composers of Avenue Q will pen new songs for an upcoming musical episode of the NBC series "Scrubs."
You know what was a pleasant surprise in Scrubs last musical episode? The Janitor can really sing well.
Nora, Vox invite sent off!
Fred Pete - Aug 18, 2006 6:14:27 am PDT #3356 of 10001
Ann, that's a ferret.
bon bon, I don't know how the British handle the situation. But unfortunately, I see two of my general principles colliding in that situation.
(1) When in Rome, do as the Romans. Or, since adviser is in America, he should punctuate as Americans -- or at least, not criticize Americans who punctuate like Americans.
(2) When writing for a boss, always accommodate the boss's quirks.
Kalshane - Aug 18, 2006 6:14:49 am PDT #3357 of 10001
GS: If you had to choose between kicking evil in the head or the behind, which would you choose, and why?
Minsc: I'm not sure I understand the question. I have two feet, do I not? You do not take a small plate when the feast of evil welcomes seconds.
So I had a weird dream last night. I was apparently time-travelling with some of the characters from my WIP, and my real-life friends actually lived in these different times we travelled to. I don't really remember much about the different times, though one was apparently a dystopian future and one of my WIP characters got recruited into the resistance (because there's always a resistance in any dystopian future). So I'm sitting on the porch of a house, waiting while she's inside talking with a contact and I see what looks like a police robot (because the police in the future always have robots) firing lasers off every-which way. When it gets closer, it turns out to be something that looks like the hair monster from the old Looney Toons, only brown, with the Chicago Cubs symbol on its chest. My dream self surmissed this was the Cub's mascot in this future, so when it glared at me I yelled "Go Cubbies" which prompted it to leave me alone. And then I woke up.
Apparently I should avoid eating a Peanut Buster Parfait and then playing several hours of Halo before bed.