And don't you ever stand for that sort of thing. Someone ever tries to kill you, you try to kill 'em right back! ... You got the right same as anyone to live and try to kill people.

Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'


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.


Lee - Dec 16, 2006 4:47:11 pm PST #6715 of 10007
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Definitely!

I ordered pizza, and it's taking too long to get here. Stoopid pizza people.


Allyson - Dec 16, 2006 5:06:58 pm PST #6716 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

I wish my dad would go to sleep so I can plug the net cable into my laptop. He gets this sort of panicy weirdness when I "mess" with his electronics setups, so it's best to just do a stealth switcheroo.

I miss AIM.

Also, I had several arguments with my nephew about who I am, and whether or not it is possible for his grammie to also be my mommy. He's so cynical.


bon bon - Dec 16, 2006 5:07:12 pm PST #6717 of 10007
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.

Bob and I have returned from the zoo lights display. We saw tigers, reindeer, camels, snakes and alligators. Apropos of the santa discussion, this was overheard: "I didn't know Santa's reindeer were real! I thought they were make-believe!" Which displays an interesting system of beliefs vis a vis Santa.


§ ita § - Dec 16, 2006 5:11:33 pm PST #6718 of 10007
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

whether or not it is possible for his grammie to also be my mommy. He's so cynical.

I think I like this kid.

I have made myself as pretty as I know how to. Wish me fortitude.


sarameg - Dec 16, 2006 5:23:55 pm PST #6719 of 10007

Fortitude.

Allyson, suggest to you SIL that when he gets in his debate phase, that you become the grand arbitrator. As in, when they get into the argument cycle, they call you to break it. I totally love getting phone calls from the neph demanding I settle a debate over whether he can eat canned carrots (yuk!) for dinner or whether the yellow power ranger kills ants. Plus, it get me "OKBYE ILOVEYOU." which ...just... melt.


sarameg - Dec 16, 2006 5:42:14 pm PST #6720 of 10007

I just heard a version of "Oops, I did it again" that was..interesting. Richard Thompson. Not pop, at all.


DavidS - Dec 16, 2006 5:51:10 pm PST #6721 of 10007
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

I just heard a version of "Oops, I did it again" that was..interesting. Richard Thompson. Not pop, at all.

And really perfectly in keeping with his ouevre which includes such lyrics as "I feel so good tonight / I want to break somebody's heart."


sarameg - Dec 16, 2006 6:05:01 pm PST #6722 of 10007

I don't know him from anywhere but my local public radio saturday night.

OK, I've just affirmed to myself I am the most neurotic travel-person ever. I swear, I'm turning into my Aunt Mary, and that's not good. I just want everything clear, you know? And that makes me insane. I think it must have to do with my lack of cellphone. Back in the pre-cell days, my plans and alternate strategies made sense. Now that everyone but me has cells, it comes across as insane. Mmrph.


DavidS - Dec 16, 2006 6:08:27 pm PST #6723 of 10007
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

I don't know him from anywhere but my local public radio saturday night.

Well, he's got quite the cult following as both a songwriter and a guitarist. He's written many dark and beautiful songs and he plays like nobody else - tart and economical or genuinely majestic.


sarameg - Dec 16, 2006 6:12:42 pm PST #6724 of 10007

Interesting. Basically my music exposure comes from Sat. night at 88.1 (wypr) and then in the car, the local towson music public radio station, 89.7 (wtmd) which makes me happy even if it earworms me with that damned thank you changing lanes song. Which I'm still irked about.