for ita: [link]
Hey, man, where are my pants? I have my hippo dignity!
Oz ,'Bring On The Night'
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 14, 2006 6:55:09 pm PDT #8179 of 10001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
Lee - Sep 14, 2006 7:05:42 pm PDT #8180 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Will someone decide what I want to pack for this weekend for me?
Kalshane - Sep 14, 2006 7:11:43 pm PDT #8181 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.
for ita: [link]
That's disturbing.
Though You Tube did offer up some amusing Colbert Report videos after it was over.
ETA:
Will someone decide what I want to pack for this weekend for me?
Waterskin, Trail Rations, 50' of rope, 5 iron spikes, a hammer and a small steel mirror.
tommyrot - Sep 14, 2006 7:16:52 pm PDT #8182 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.
for ita: [link]
heh.
Which reminds me: When the song goes Here comes Peter Cottontail / Hopping down the bunny trail, what/where is the "bunny trail"?
Jessica - Sep 14, 2006 7:18:00 pm PDT #8183 of 10001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
Debet, I had to pause the Tivo and do a quick image Google to check if that was really him or not (and it was). Stephen's face was just wonderful during the whole segment. (Mostly relief, I think, that the death loophole meant they hadn't actually won. Because that would have been embarrassing.)
Lee - Sep 14, 2006 7:21:24 pm PDT #8184 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Waterskin, Trail Rations, 50' of rope, 5 iron spikes, a hammer and a small steel mirror.
I'm not sure I want to know what your weekend plans are.
§ ita § - Sep 14, 2006 8:54:25 pm PDT #8185 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
msbelle, B sent me that link, and I honestly think a blood vessel or two popped laughing at it. I love it, and had lost the link.
Went to krav birthday party. As in birthday party at krav. Left earlyish because I was completely out of my thrice daily meds. Got home to remember I still had work due, and worse yet my boss online asking about why I'd left for a doctor's appointment this week when it was supposed to be next. And, oh yeah, where's that report?
Head hurts, still haven't taken meds, am quite definitely some sort of idiot.
Kalshane - Sep 14, 2006 9:36:09 pm PDT #8186 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.
Oh, that reminds me (the mention of krav, not the sucky headache/work stuff) I saw a car with a liscense plate of "krv mga 1" on my way home yesterday morning.
Laura - Sep 15, 2006 1:16:17 am PDT #8187 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
Cashmere has pretty babies. They use the mommy pillow a long time. 14yo was just using me as a pillow watching tv last night. Talk about drowning!
Kalshane - Sep 15, 2006 1:52:11 am PDT #8188 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.
I don't recall cuddling with my parents that much as a child. My dad was normally working second shift and I got too big for my mother to be comfortable playing pillow rather quickly. I know I gave my parents good night kisses until I was about 8 or 9, and then hugs until I hit 12 or so, at which point it was pretty much either "Night" and trudge to my room, or, as I got older, they'd go to bed before I did.