Can't scribble in an audio book, can't dog-ear the useful pages. Sigh.
I mean, let's say you did kill us. Or didn't. There could be torture. Whatever. But somehow you found the goods. What would your cut be?
Mal ,'Out Of Gas'
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Connie Neil - Jul 07, 2004 9:41:09 am PDT #5601 of 10001
brillig
Jesse - Jul 07, 2004 9:44:56 am PDT #5602 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Yeah, it seems like that kind of book would be especially weird/not useful on tape, but I thought I'd mention it.
Jessica - Jul 07, 2004 9:47:11 am PDT #5603 of 10001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
Yeah, it seems like that kind of book would be especially weird/not useful on tape
That's probably why he has so many to sell.
Connie Neil - Jul 07, 2004 9:48:11 am PDT #5604 of 10001
brillig
I actually do want that book. But I want the book.
Jesse - Jul 07, 2004 9:58:27 am PDT #5605 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Connie, he says the book is in print in a $12 trade paper. So you should be able to just, you know, buy it.
Connie Neil - Jul 07, 2004 10:00:46 am PDT #5606 of 10001
brillig
I'm cheap, I keep checking the used shelves at the book store. Point of perverse honor.
Polter-Cow - Jul 07, 2004 10:29:38 am PDT #5607 of 10001
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
I'm cheap, I keep checking the used shelves at the book store. Point of perverse honor.
Aww. Connie is me.
erikaj - Jul 07, 2004 6:17:09 pm PDT #5608 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
A man walks into a bar. On his way in, he stumbles, which strikes him odd, as a way to *start* the evening, but he gets in and orders a Scotch, mostly to get served by Phoebe, the pretty new waitress with the amazing hazel eyes.
After a few minutes, he’s sure he’s made an impression, and he’s already anticipating the feel of her hair, how those eyes will widen with the pleasure of a kiss. Maybe one day, they will talk about all those poems she reads. She brings a fresh bowl of pretzels, and she looks over at him. Great, he thinks, I made an impression.
“Sir?” she says.
“Call me Ed,” he thinks.
“I think you dropped this,”
Blushing, he hops over and retrieves his prosthetic leg.
Jesse - Jul 07, 2004 6:25:11 pm PDT #5609 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
It might be cheating, Connie, but you can get it on half.com for four bucks.
erikaj - Jul 07, 2004 6:27:47 pm PDT #5610 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Is that cheating? Cause I do it all the time. Stretching that book buying dollar, cause I'm broke.