Simon: You're out of your mind. Early: That's between me and my mind.

'Objects In Space'


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.


brenda m - Dec 04, 2006 11:16:23 am PST #4397 of 10007
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

Heh. Did you see my edit?


Allyson - Dec 04, 2006 11:16:47 am PST #4398 of 10007
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica

Funny mistake in headline at Whedonesque:

Chiwetel Ejiofor on Colin Ferguson According to this week's TV Guide Magazine, Chiwetel Ejiofor (the Operative of "Serenity") is scheduled to be on the Colin Ferguson talk show on CBS Mon. night/Tues. morning Dec. 4/5, 12:35 AM, discussing "Children of Men."

It's just, you know, with the slash and the MPREGy topic, and...okay.


tommyrot - Dec 04, 2006 11:20:37 am PST #4399 of 10007
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

Heh. Did you see my edit?

Heh. Not until you mentioned it....


Nutty - Dec 04, 2006 11:22:43 am PST #4400 of 10007
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."

on Spn? I've been wondering if I'm supposed to remember how that happened.

The actor. He fell off something on the set (I think doing something actually TV-show related, not just randomly flailing down a flight of stairs or something). There was mention of the fact they had him in a removable cast for some weeks, till they could write into the show why he might suddenly be in a hard cast.

Ultimately I think it was the zombie chick who tackled him and he walked away saying, "I think she broke my arm."


Theodosia - Dec 04, 2006 11:24:32 am PST #4401 of 10007
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"

sarameg, that would be Motel of the Mysteries by David Macaulay, who is incidentally an author of the publisher that some Buffistas work for.


Amy - Dec 04, 2006 11:25:43 am PST #4402 of 10007
Because books.

I've always thought it was odd that we start the New Year by being hungover, sleeping late, and taking the day off.

And despite the fact that I am Chandler-Bingesque smoker, it is very bizarre to think that we light something on fire and then STICK IT IN OUR MOUTHS and inhale the smoke. I mean, really, how the hell did this practice catch on?


aurelia - Dec 04, 2006 11:25:50 am PST #4403 of 10007
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.

Heh. Thanks, Nutty.


sarameg - Dec 04, 2006 11:29:11 am PST #4404 of 10007

it is very bizarre to think that we light something on fire and then STICK IT IN OUR MOUTHS and inhale the smoke. I mean, really, how the hell did this practice catch on?

Heh. For some reason, this flashed me to the lyrics to Lumina: Babies will put things in their mouths / Never heard of sin

Theo, thanks!


Ginger - Dec 04, 2006 11:32:32 am PST #4405 of 10007
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

What I don't understand about smoking is why the first person did it. We have an Indian with a tobacco plant. He tried eating the leaves, but it made him sick, tobacco being quite poisonous. He then said, "I can't eat this, so I think I'll dry it and inhale the smoke."

Also, who first separated eggs and whipped the egg whites? Why would you do that? Yes, it turns out you get fluffy goodness, but why would that occur to anyone?


Trudy Booth - Dec 04, 2006 11:33:04 am PST #4406 of 10007
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart

I recall a story (in one of my middle school texts, I think) in which the fallen civilization was buried in junk mail and the toilet seat was interpreted as a headdress. You'd strap the seat cover to your forehead with a ribbon reading "Sanitized for your protection."

Was it this book?

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