Everybody dies, Tracey. Someone's carrying a bullet for you right now, doesn't even know it. The trick is to die of old age before it finds you.

Mal ,'The Message'


Natter 48 Contiguous States of Denial  

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.


Atropa - Nov 14, 2006 5:07:43 pm PST #303 of 10007
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

how do Buffistas feel about the use of "hopefully" as a sentence adverb?

I know it's not right, but I do it anyway.

Lee is me in this. You would think that I, being a Professional Editor of Stuff, would (a) remember that using "hopefully" like that is wrong, and (b) care. I don't. This is what happens when you spend too long editing for the Evil Empire. Grammar? Don't care! Just let the docs validate and check in.

Oh, and msbelle, while I know it's not quite your thing, if you decide Mac needs some custom-designed Gothic Charm School apparel, let me know.


§ ita § - Nov 14, 2006 5:21:47 pm PST #304 of 10007
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

now I'm totally sucked into that damn Funny Farm thing

Hee, hee.

Kat, I'm just in a dangerous mood. While that may seem kravlike, it's only a plus if I am doing it in the street. At the centre, someone may very well get hurt.

Friday morning it is.

Quester, I'm not sure I manage money the best, so I can't give advice from my own experience. I've heard great things about Motley Fool. Start with Fool's School. Also have a look at about.com's money section--they have a bit on personal finance.


quester - Nov 14, 2006 5:26:16 pm PST #305 of 10007
Danger is my middle name, only I spell it R. u. t. h. - Tina Belcher.

Oh! thank's for the advice, ita! I'll check them out.

I was kind of ranting. Frustrated. Maybe my shrink will give me new drugs tommorrow. I want one that will overcome lethargy.


shrift - Nov 14, 2006 5:26:31 pm PST #306 of 10007
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty

The result has the texture of chicken, and BBQ sauce (which is my only experience with this recipe) has such a strong flavor that that's all you taste. So it's like baked chicken.

Awesome. I have marked your post and will try this. Also, duh, I could learn how to make miso soup, which I love and would totally eat.


Sue - Nov 14, 2006 5:27:01 pm PST #307 of 10007
hip deep in pie

And Chaucer in Middle English just makes me feel stupid.

It gets easier as you go along. Of course, now when I look at it, it makes no sense whatsoever! You can always get a modern version to read alongside of the Middle English. .


Kat - Nov 14, 2006 5:28:46 pm PST #308 of 10007
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo

People keep saying that Sue. And i understand what you mean. But seriously? It's all a mystery.

I found when I listen it to it read aloud, I get most of it, if I follow along with the riverside edition. But damn. It's too hard.

Which is why I have a shirt that says, "Chaucer. Because Shakespeare Was Too Easy."


Dana - Nov 14, 2006 5:35:33 pm PST #309 of 10007
"I'm useless alone." // "We're all useless alone. It's a good thing you're not alone."

Has anyone else seen those "guy lives in his car for a week" ads? Does anyone else think they're kind of offensive?

I hate that guy.


Connie Neil - Nov 14, 2006 5:39:17 pm PST #310 of 10007
brillig

House: House-Wilson-Coma!Guy roadtrip! With extra House-Wilson eyefuckage!


§ ita § - Nov 14, 2006 5:42:21 pm PST #311 of 10007
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I hate that guy.

I watched a full ad for that online by mistake.

I don't see the point. I don't need my car to be livable. Drivable's much more important.

Finally bought ticket home for Christmas. Thank dog that's out of the way.

Thanks for the offer, Kristin. I need the kind of help that's a high-paying job on the west side. Got any? I'm about to become less picky.


Lee - Nov 14, 2006 5:45:10 pm PST #312 of 10007
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

I hate that guy.

Me too.