Willow: Yes. Hi. You must be Angel's handsome, yet androgynous, son. Connor: It's Connor. Willow: And the sneer's genetic. Who knew?

'A Hole in the World'


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.


beth b - Dec 16, 2006 10:57:52 am PST #6675 of 10007
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!

Tom - sending you calm ma~~~

I remember being concerned that Santa wouldn't find us when we moved because we had no chmmney. But I was good at fanwanking / hand waving back then, so I came up with some idea.But I am really not sure how strong my belief was in Santa. I 've always had a thing for the story. I liked fairies and brownies and elves and magic, etc. I wanted them to be real , but I am not sure I ever believed. So I was never untramatized by the unbelief. But I never felt lied to either. I understood the magic of story - which was different then a lie. even at a very young age. I Knew Mr. Rodgers was playing make belive - even if he had never said it.


Laga - Dec 16, 2006 11:03:47 am PST #6676 of 10007
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.

Another fun bro story:

One Christmas we spent at Disney World. I asked my brother, James how Santa would find us. He said, "Who cares? We're at Disney World!!!"

When we were grown I related the story back to James and he said, "Wow, cool. I'm suprised I didn't say, 'there's no Santa Claus!'"


Jessica - Dec 16, 2006 11:06:48 am PST #6677 of 10007
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset

We always get presents from Santa when we're at my (Catholic side of the family) grandparents' house, but I don't ever remember being young enough not to realize that Granddaddy's handwriting and Santa's were exactly the same.

On the other hand, we also get presents from Golo, who is the giant that lives in Granddaddy's head. Golo is far more real than Santa.


Laga - Dec 16, 2006 11:17:05 am PST #6678 of 10007
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.

You just reminded me that my brother's kids also receive gifts from "The Cheeky Elves." Last year the cheeky elves left a pair of Santa's underwear.


Aims - Dec 16, 2006 11:18:45 am PST #6679 of 10007
Shit's all sorts of different now.

Instantly wants a Golo


megan walker - Dec 16, 2006 11:22:24 am PST #6680 of 10007
"What kind of magical sunshine and lollipop world do you live in? Because you need to be medicated."-SFist

On the other hand, we also get presents from Golo, who is the giant that lives in Granddaddy's head. Golo is far more real than Santa.

This reminds me of my father's "evil twin" who lived in the basement, but would come out when the boy next door was over. He was very convincing.


Jessica - Dec 16, 2006 11:26:21 am PST #6681 of 10007
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset

There's a whole menagerie that goes along with him, the most talkative being Sven and Olaf the Norwegian rats. They recite poetry.


amych - Dec 16, 2006 11:31:50 am PST #6682 of 10007
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?

Sven and Olaf the Norwegian rats. They recite poetry.
This is the most awesome thing ever.


Lee - Dec 16, 2006 11:38:18 am PST #6683 of 10007
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Golo sounds awesome.

Tom, I hope you had have found something for you niece by now, and that the rest of the weekend=less stress.


§ ita § - Dec 16, 2006 12:07:27 pm PST #6684 of 10007
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I want a Golo. Not necessarily in *my* head. But in general.

Taught class today. I think it went pretty well. I'm picking up an assload of classes covering for people on vacation, plus I now have three classes on the schedule. I think I am for real.

Tom, yes, hoping what everyone else, that you are having a peaceful if not fun time.

Okay, now I must prep my nails. Krav girl disappeared before I could paint her nails. Je suis bereft.