I am eating. gazpacho.
Inara: So, explain to me again why Zoe wasn't in the dress? Mal: Tactics, woman. Needed her in the back. 'Sides, those soft cotton dresses feel kinda nice. It's the whole... air-flow.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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.
msbelle - Sep 07, 2006 5:00:48 pm PDT #6753 of 10001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
Cashmere - Sep 07, 2006 5:06:34 pm PDT #6754 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
Laura, I hit the OSU football pool last week in DH's office. It's a pretty sweet feeling. I'm still trying to decide what to do with my $25.
We've sort of started letting Olivia fuss herself to sleep around bedtime. I have to be two floors down to be able to stand it--even just for the 10-15 minutes it takes for her to wear herself out crying and fall asleep.
I am eating. gazpacho.
Yum!
I've cut up some challah bread and left it out to go stale so I can make some bread pudding tomorrow.
§ ita § - Sep 07, 2006 6:31:10 pm PDT #6755 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Eat, msbelle.
Leave, Kalshane.
Dinner today is going to be a chocolate cupcake and either a bagel with cream cheese or a tub of yoghurt. I'm thinking the yoghurt is a better protection for my stomach against the ravages of Celebrex, right?
§ ita § - Sep 07, 2006 6:36:01 pm PDT #6756 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Unrelatedly, because bestiality deserves its own space:
Santa Barbara County sheriff's deputies come across a bizarre encounter at La Purisima Mission in Lompoc.
Around midnight they found a 69-year-old Huntington beach man naked and covered in oats.
Deputies say the man had covered himself in olive oil, rolled around in oats and allowed the horses at the mission to lick him clean.
He apparently told deputies this has always been a fantasy of his and drove up from the Los Angeles area to play it out.
Alfred Thomas Steven was cited and released for trespassing, animal cruelty and sexually assaulting an animal.
Or is it? I mean, is letting horses lick you while you're naked...well, okay, it's WEIRD with a capital WEIRD...illegal? Cruel? Assault?
brenda m - Sep 07, 2006 6:39:15 pm PDT #6757 of 10001
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
Yeah, trespassing okay, but...
NoiseDesign - Sep 07, 2006 6:40:59 pm PDT #6758 of 10001
Our wings are not tired
Gives a whole new meaning to sowing your wild oats.
Pix - Sep 07, 2006 6:45:09 pm PDT #6759 of 10001
The status is NOT quo.
I haven't been caught up in Natter in forever. I skipped to the end, and what do I find?
Horse porn.
ita, you have a gift.
§ ita § - Sep 07, 2006 6:46:15 pm PDT #6760 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
All I'm saying is that next time he gets the urge, he needs to go to Washington state. Then trespassing is definitely all he needs worry about.
Okay! Cupcake ahoy!
P.M. Marc - Sep 07, 2006 6:48:56 pm PDT #6761 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
All I'm saying is that next time he gets the urge, he needs to go to Washington state. Then trespassing is definitely all he needs worry about.
I think we may have closed that loophole.
Can't remember if we closed the one where we didn't have any laws on the books against corpse fucking, though.
Laura - Sep 07, 2006 6:50:27 pm PDT #6762 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
In a shocking development Santa Barbara officials annouce that Flicka, Buttermilk, and Pilgrim refuse to press charges and Mr. Steven is released with a stern warning.