Right, I'll not be sharing roller coaster rides with deb anytime soon. I like the wooden coasters. The ones that rattle.
Saffron: But we've been wed. Aren't we to become one flesh? Mal: Well, no, uh... We're still two fleshes here, and I think that your flesh ought to sleep somewhere else.
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Connie Neil - Jan 05, 2005 3:00:50 pm PST #9267 of 10001
brillig
SailAweigh - Jan 05, 2005 3:01:40 pm PST #9268 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Nope, mine wasn't even remotely ferris wheel like. It had cars that spun at a 90 degree angle to the plane of motion. It had a "steering wheel" that allowed you to turn it (if your arms were long enough to hold onto it, you weren't sliding out frum under the bar and you weren't a 60 pound weakling) either direction. A blast with two teenagers who could muscle the wheel around. NSM with just me.
deborah grabien - Jan 05, 2005 3:07:17 pm PST #9269 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
We had no control over it. None, nada, zip, zilch. I hate rides with a stone solid passion, but that was the first time I remember going on a ride, and you have to admit, as a stellar way to turn someone off the idea for the rest of their fucking life, a five hour-plus power outage under those circs takes the cake.
No coasters. No ferris wheels. If I want to go on a ride, I climb into Ripper, or saddle a horse.
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
Hil R. - Jan 05, 2005 4:20:52 pm PST #9270 of 10001
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
connie, I tried to send you some comments on that story a few days ago, but I got an "unable to deliver due to being unable to connect to destination mail server" error.
Anne W. - Jan 05, 2005 4:27:41 pm PST #9271 of 10001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
Deb, I sent comments back to you the other day.
Pix - Jan 05, 2005 4:56:05 pm PST #9272 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
Wow.
Just read the essay about Gram to my mom to make sure it was okay to publish. When I finished, she smiled and said, "I think you just wrote her eulogy. It's perfect."
I may stop crying over here, eventually.
Karl - Jan 05, 2005 5:47:42 pm PST #9273 of 10001
I adore all you motherfuckers so much -- PMM.
Um...these are the kids who did the cover of "I Can't Help Falling In Love With You" on the Lilo & Stitch DVD, yes?
The very same, yes.
dcp - Jan 05, 2005 6:33:55 pm PST #9274 of 10001
The more I learn, the more I realize how little I know.
Aw, rats. I thought I had a good drabble going about an upside down card in a Rorschach test, and then I realized it was just an old joke resurfacing. It came from either Catch-22 or The Right Stuff (or maybe both), but I don't have either one handy to look it up.
Connie Neil - Jan 05, 2005 6:37:37 pm PST #9275 of 10001
brillig
connie, I tried to send you some comments on that story a few days ago, but I got an "unable to deliver due to being unable to connect to destination mail server" error.
Huh. Want to try again? A couple of emails that should have come through from LJ didn't work. Or if you want to post them here and confuse everyone else, I don't mind.
Hil R. - Jan 05, 2005 6:45:59 pm PST #9276 of 10001
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
Just sent it again.