Reavers ain't men. Or they forgot how to be. Now they're just nothing. They got out to the edge of the galaxy, to that place of nothing, and that's what they became.

Mal ,'Bushwhacked'


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

for ita: [link]


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.