None of it means a damn thing.

Mal ,'Objects In Space'


The Crying of Natter 49  

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.


Steph L. - Jan 16, 2007 6:53:13 pm PST #3452 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism

I totally listened to both "Misguided Angel" and "Anniversary Song" today! Yay synchronicity!

Heh. Since my last post, I've listened to it about 10 times.

No, really.


Cass - Jan 16, 2007 7:03:34 pm PST #3453 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

Who knew this ipod thing would develop into a compulsion to FINISH?
::raises hand sadly::


Connie Neil - Jan 16, 2007 7:15:17 pm PST #3454 of 10001
brillig

I told Hubby about Hugh Laurie's Golden Globe. I said, "And Hugh Laurie got the Golden Globe for best actor in a drama--" "In a drama? What's he in that's a drama?"

I stared at him, wondering at the weird joke he was making. "Anyway, in his speech--"

"No, seriously, what's he in that's a drama?"

"Um, hello? House?"

"That's a drama?"

"What? Are you serious?"

"Yeah, it's a comedy. The rectal thermometer left in? That's funny."

"What the hell would you call a drama?"

"They didn't show him recovering from the gunshot, they didn't show going after the shooter. OK, so it may be comedy in the Greek sense, but it's still a comedy to me."

My husband has a weird brain. He also keeps asking me, "What party is Bush in again? Democrat?" "No, sweetheart, he's a Republican." "I can never keep them straight."


§ ita § - Jan 16, 2007 8:20:13 pm PST #3455 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

the idea that 70 = cool just made me laugh.

70 means I'm in PJs, socks, and one to three blankets. 71 and 72 mean that too, pretty much.

My breasts got named tonight! One of the krav employees mentioned last week that hers had been dubbed "cease" and "desist" by a friend, and I bemoaned that mine were still anonymous.

I gave a great big boobie hug to one of the instructors who's a bit breast averse (well, I assume he likes his wife's just fine) and he shrieked "Shock and awe!"

And thus they were knighted. I need a shirt.

That is the pickmeup that's making today not entirely suck.

Doesn't pay for the windshield I need to replace, though.


Lee - Jan 16, 2007 8:26:49 pm PST #3456 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

You have to replace the whole windshield, ita? That sucks.

What happened?


aurelia - Jan 16, 2007 8:26:59 pm PST #3457 of 10001
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.

70 = cool

It's cool enough when one's hands tend to be room temp. At 68 I'm getting kinda chilly.

Doesn't pay for the windshield I need to replace, though.

Is this related to the machiato(?) mishap?


§ ita § - Jan 16, 2007 8:30:45 pm PST #3458 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I had two cracks on the passenger side of the windshield. Now I have one, because they have formed a united front, which means it's cracked almost from top to bottom.

I have no idea what precipitated it--both cracks are over a year old, and they had been keeping their distance.

This is the sort of thing a cop might ticket. Not sure when I'll do it.

Grr.


beth b - Jan 16, 2007 8:55:26 pm PST #3459 of 10001
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!

got too cold down there, the cracks had to huddle together for warmth


Matt the Bruins fan - Jan 16, 2007 9:58:18 pm PST #3460 of 10001
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand

I'm not sure 70° is low enough to precipitate the expansion of a glass crack even if it feels cold to people used to the sunny warmness. Kick the ass of a suspicious delinquent in the neighborhood just to cover the bases?

I think I've been possessed by my mom circa 1985, as I just spent two hours scrubbing every above-floor surface in my bathroom with bleach or glass cleaner and throwing away all the musty junk that had accumulated on my shelves.

Upside: I now have a sparkling mirror wall, clean acrylic shelf and fixtures, and an uncluttered glass tabletop (balanced on the radiator) that's home to all my pretty glass candle holders and tea lights.

Downside: I have to scrub my horrific, essentially uncleanable Flapper Era tile floor tomorrow to balance it out.


Lee - Jan 16, 2007 10:00:05 pm PST #3461 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

I think the 70 was inside, Matt. It's been in the 40s or lower in the LA area lately (at least at night).