You two carried me through that war. Now I need you to carry me just a little bit further. If you can.

Tracy ,'The Message'


Natter 47: My Brilliance Is Wasted On You People  

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.


aurelia - Sep 28, 2006 7:46:02 pm PDT #1022 of 10001
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.

It's slow here, and I think one of the partners just saw me grooming the pony that sits on top of my monitor.

Is your pony little?

No, you should see the size of her monitor!
(Am I seriously the only one who went there?)

ita should totally be Aunty Entity!

I think I'll be a lighting designer for Halloween.


Emily - Sep 28, 2006 7:48:51 pm PDT #1023 of 10001
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola

Master Blaster rules Bartertown.

Er, what? Huh?


Daisy Jane - Sep 28, 2006 7:49:54 pm PDT #1024 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

On Gay Pride day, I said I would be a martini. Silver dress with a hole for one boob that would be painted green with a red nipple.

Now that I'm less drunk, I'm thinking...not.


§ ita § - Sep 28, 2006 7:50:21 pm PDT #1025 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I could be Aunty Entity for the people old enough to have seen Mad Max on at least videotape. And Xtina for the wee ones.


Daisy Jane - Sep 28, 2006 7:55:45 pm PDT #1026 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

This Xtina you could totally pull off.

This makes my world more confusing, prettier, but more confusing.


§ ita § - Sep 28, 2006 7:57:43 pm PDT #1027 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I don't think it would work being Xtina when she's being someone else.

I need to go buy Mad Max Beyond The Thunderdome to properly inspect the outfit. I can't believe I don't already own it. THUNDERDOME!

Which reminds me...ROOIBOS!


Daisy Jane - Sep 28, 2006 8:01:32 pm PDT #1028 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

TWO MEN ENTER! ONE MAN LEAVES!

That's all I have. I don't remember much else about it.

Even now I'm wondering if I got the quote wrong.


Emily - Sep 28, 2006 8:03:00 pm PDT #1029 of 10001
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola

Well, there will be football pads, of course. And then some chain mail... what else was there? High heeled boots and dark hose, I think. And big hoop earrings... why the fuck do I remember this so clearly, raggedy man?


Lee - Sep 28, 2006 8:03:18 pm PDT #1030 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

How do you get from Thunderdome to Rooibos?


§ ita § - Sep 28, 2006 8:06:03 pm PDT #1031 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

How do you get from Thunderdome to Rooibos?

Exclamation points. I'm simple.

I'd need to be able to mock up chainmail--a top and a kinda loinclothy skirt. Not properly sure about the footwear--looks like there might be chainmail hose, which is just a dumb idea. Blonde shock wig with small spring around the crown of the head and big spring hoops around the ears. Crossbow gun.

And attitude.