And quietly, for what it was.
The less quiet part starts tomorrow.
Angel: He is dead. Technically, he's undead. It's a zombie. Connor: What's a zombie? Angel: It's an undead thing. Connor: Like you? Angel: No, zombies are slow-moving, dimwitted things that crave human flesh. Connor: Like you. Angel: No! It's different. Trust me.
'Destiny'
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.
amych - Dec 29, 2006 6:35:40 pm PST #8715 of 10007
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
Cass - Dec 29, 2006 6:39:04 pm PST #8716 of 10007
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Am I callous to be glad that the less quiet part happens after he is already dead and gone? Because I don't know if I wanted to see that before the fact. I don't even know if I want to see it now actually.
amych - Dec 29, 2006 6:41:00 pm PST #8717 of 10007
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
Never mind -- I think we're thinking of different less quiets. I'm assuming we'll see a doubling and redoubling of the hostilities, which I don't want to see at any time. But I wasn't clear.
quester - Dec 29, 2006 6:45:58 pm PST #8718 of 10007
Danger is my middle name, only I spell it R. u. t. h. - Tina Belcher.
I wonder if it's up on YouTube yet? not really!
Cass - Dec 29, 2006 6:48:52 pm PST #8719 of 10007
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Never mind -- I think we're thinking of different less quiets. I'm assuming we'll see a doubling and redoubling of the hostilities, which I don't want to see at any time. But I wasn't clear.Oh! We were on different less quiets.
I was thinking of celebrating his death. Which I don't think I want to see.
Not more hostility which I am quite clear on not wanting. Whether I see it or not.
Vaguery, it's not just for the internets. Because you will be having the wrong conversation and not know it at first.
amych - Dec 29, 2006 6:52:38 pm PST #8720 of 10007
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
I getcha, Cass - we were both all oblique and shit. Plus, I'm way too tired and generally icky-feeling tonight to make sense of news that makes me more tired and icky. I think that's a sign that it's time for sleep, and not for the discussing of world affairs.
Cass - Dec 29, 2006 6:54:42 pm PST #8721 of 10007
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
we were both all oblique and shit.So much for being fucking demure.
Go and get some sleep. It'll all be a new day on the calendar, if not actually new, tomorrow.
Connie Neil - Dec 29, 2006 8:05:56 pm PST #8722 of 10007
brillig
Just saw Inherit the Wind for the first time. Boy howdy, that's a hell of a movie.
Allyson - Dec 29, 2006 9:11:01 pm PST #8723 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
Just woke up.
Took nephew on the train, all bundled up and sipping hot cocoa with his face plastered to the window.
Got to to the museum just fine, and he was thrilled to put on a smock and play with all kinds of water displays that had boats and little pieces of foam that spirirled down chutes and shot across currents. There was a small fit after 30 minutes when we tried to take him to the next room, because he thought that was all there was and we were being mean.
But no, the next room was loaded with cars and trains play houses. Excellent fun. Another fit when we tried to go to the next place, but after that he figured out that each place was a ton o' fun and he was glad to take a hand and move along after a half hour or so.
Golf balls on slides, more smock fun in the bubble room where toddlers splashed in soapy water and made lots of bubbles, a jack hammer, blocks, wind displays filled with spinning pinwheels.
Then he easily left for lunch, for he was starved and losing his cute, ate a spinach and feta pizza and apple sauce.
Back to South Station where we watched the train set for a half hour and snacked on a cookie the size of his head, then bought flowers for mama and grammie. Met my dad and mom for the train ride home ("GRAMMIE! I BOUGHT YOU SOME FLOWERS!"...SO CUTE!).
When asked, "What was your favorite part of the whole day?" He replied, "Riding the choo choo train!"
So, we could have just rode the trains all day sipping hot cocoa and he would have had a blast.
Got home, mom ordered pizza, had a slice, and then I passed out. Til now.
Cass - Dec 29, 2006 9:17:57 pm PST #8724 of 10007
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Allyson, sounds like a fun day! With bonus choo choo trains!
I think ima be in big trouble if I bring The Second Coming home with any scratches.Whenever I - as a childless person - get these "reminders", I remind everyone that I am the only one who has never had to take the nephlet to the emergency room or the hospital.
Then I warn him that he's not allowed to be injured when he is with me because I want to continue the streak.
He doesn't totally understand me not wanting him maimed and bleeding for his own continued health, but he's got the concept of my vanity around the Other Adults.